Keith Feeney
Nature journal#9

Cross Limbs and Tangled Branches

I will tell my feelings and it will be interpreted in different ways,
Words that are printed may define me as a Genius,
But I am a trained animal with primal instinct,
This is Keith’s liberation,

I am the heap,
I am the consumer,
I want to get out,
I am Keith’s liberating longing,

I am Keith’s perfect picture panted on emollition and placed in magazines,
I am the wardrobe and owned objects that own him,
I am Keith’s cry for realization,

I am western civilizations will to belief life is one track that will end,
I am eastern civilizations circle of consistency,
I am Keith’s contradiction,

I am the dancing monkey who cry’s for attention,
I am the geek who sits alone in his designated four walls of self-liberation,
I am Keith’s calamity of a conscious,

I am the ever more expanding grasp on life and happiness,
I am the poem that was meant to be sensible,
I am Keith’s mind,
I am Keith’s tear.

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