Somedays, when my pile of storms fills up
I restrain, then convulse and realize that
I want to tear out my skin
plug out my eyes, burn out my tongue
dismantle my weary bones
bury my dripping brain beneath
and just walk out alive
spirit free
Choices without limitations
Free from all the vexation
Free to fly away from classifications
Free to unearth even more deeper lights
Somedays, I wish this skin of mine had me free
free from all these colored lines