today i fly
eyes shut
soul bared
my single eye unsheathed
and here i stand
before the window of opportunity
perched pensively
on the precipice
which precariously
looms and ponders the abyss
of punditic personification
of “Self Discovery”
perhaps today is the day
where i gather my self
call to home my phantasmic projections
and cease with the inner praelections
that do no proliferate any precursors
to truth
yes, perhaps
today i shall
gather an pertinent absoluteness
that can not be primarily refuted
with any psychozoic past remnants
of false glories i lie in wait for
yes perhaps
today i will abandon
this illusory potent personage
and consider the phantom-ic potentials
presented in the pervasive ether
which beckon to be plundered
and rebirth my plumula
and become prismatic
and jump
today i fly
© 5 November 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
My Newest Book : The Vine Keeper . . . messages in Poetry and Prose”
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