ODE TO MYSELF

Let's go I and I,
While intuition is on the fly,
Like a riot through the mind's most moot designs.

Let it spill into the streets
And collect into a throng;
Fill the world with torchlight lit like second sight,

Loot inhibition of its lonely condition,

And send us both slipping from the sirens with armfuls of savory song.


Me,
Rushing to the skills of Me

Me now with Me again

Tending to the question I am endlessly and forever fending:

Am I my druther's keeper?

Not much of what this world has to offer could please me more
Than knowing I have the keys to the coffers of my own sweet self.