Talking long distance
from my padded room & jacket,
hearing voices that belong to
myself . . . but claim otherwise,
I’m not sure who to believe
‘them’ or myself . . . we got sooooo
confused
should I let them convince me
and live their lies . . .
or should I write myself a
new history & change
directions –
interesting the sight
that one provides oneself . . .
pain that only cures itself
with more pain –
white places & bright lights
never helped me before,
doctors & their degrees never
could see the “light.”
it comes from a place
that they don’t even know exists
deep inside every De Vinci & Michelangelo
it resides – glows outwards and
stabs “them” in their eyes;
they fear the ‘gift’ that Raphael’s & Picasso’s have held
dear to their vision of reality
there is the ultimate truth
& that is where
it’s found.
wil becker
1996.05.16
