A full blooded individual
As if in a ritual
Seeks an inner wholeness
As she embraces this alchemy
In this manner,
She approaches
forces within herself
organic energies circulating
As if the pen is an extension of her hand and arm
Akin to her temperament
Scraggy writings blotted
A metaphor for the nervous system
Moment to moment,
Dwelling under the shelter
Living in the shadow
The body, mind and soul
Certain potentials cupped
a gamut of limitations and difficulties
Her idiosyncrasy
Only to be
Crushed by the pervasive tyranny of routines
Where then is that imagined impeccable ardor?
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