identity crisis | Fred Aiken Writing

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if I knew what I was doing, then I don’t think I’d be a poet,

I might be a physicist or a pirate,

or maybe something else that doesn’t start with a ‘p’,

like a beekeeper that writes bad detective novels that no one reads because they’re about beekeeping related crimes,

and they go over everyone’s head,

or maybe below it, I don’t know,

either way, I certainly would never choose to not know what the hell I’m doing,

yet here and hear I am for want and waning hands,

tis nobler to raise steeds,

but cheaper to burn seeds

I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be here,

listening to my thoughts, stealing the sound of my keyboard as it contemplates

another compulsion to be heard in a void thundering in the blue floating orb

yet to feel the full force of gravity, as countless prayers pass through the ozone

to suffocate from no oxygen, blinking out, passing through,

let it be known that I know what you’re doing here,

but I don’t know why

Fred Aiken Writing