06-21-2021, 03:36 AM
Being me always, somehow doesn't work, in a world where others exist. You have to be yourself fully, in between everybody else. So how do you do that?
This poem is a personal poem to a specific person. This poem is in reference to what magicians and alchemists call the Great Work. I could have said The Great Work, but I said the Great Work. Because this poem is referring to canonical literature, and Personal. Personal in the sense of individualistic, with and simply with persona. Ignoring canonical literature, being as selfish as a self can be, using a language that I was born into. And that my books are all over the place, and I'm trying to piece them together, alone, while filling notebooks with new books, making the ones I'm trying to find to piece together even more scattered between the new and personally relevant.
This poem is a personal poem to a specific person. This poem is in reference to what magicians and alchemists call the Great Work. I could have said The Great Work, but I said the Great Work. Because this poem is referring to canonical literature, and Personal. Personal in the sense of individualistic, with and simply with persona. Ignoring canonical literature, being as selfish as a self can be, using a language that I was born into. And that my books are all over the place, and I'm trying to piece them together, alone, while filling notebooks with new books, making the ones I'm trying to find to piece together even more scattered between the new and personally relevant.