Black Poetry : Life

The flight I've taken to

Get caught in a steel screen

Once free to become lost in the home of breeze

Seeing new atmosphere wandering

What's in there?

Finding the familiar crack but never entering

Not paying attention while flying in the breeze

Entering but bot knowing the act of going in until then

Immediantly becoming apart of my not knowing where I'm entering

Turning immediantly around which is also new

Usually just fundalmental gentle curves to stay

I do remember the trials my momma once taught me

But she's on the othersidde of this screen

What to do?

Pacing seeing all the holes in thee

Whay am I over you, please do for me & I will

leave

My soul is now here

No longer where there was.

See my fellow insects

How I just want to go on and on.

I'm stuck in here figuring for the first where to go from here

I've heard of others speak of being flushed out.

I feel this way too.