I was most afraid of my own power

Sep 04, 2020 22:13

it's the solar eclipse again, eh? every 17 2/3 years, Bug's moon occludes Bug's sun,

but this time, Bug has seen it before, and Bug has companions who have seen me seeing it before, and more companions who haven't, and my own map from the other side, I saw it, earlier today, tucked behind some CDs on my desk's shelf, above my Xbox,

Damn if tonight didn't trigger every last trigger I had, I was back there, Wild Week, and telling K what I was most afraid of,

I was most afraid of my own power,

and K said tonight,

They have systems to take care of people like you, don't worry about it,

I said tonight, I didn't want to describe my Wild Week to anybody to the extent that other people would experience it with me, I didn't want anybody else to experience anything like that,

K said don't worry about it, he's kicking me over the heads of my (recursive) Wild Weeks, I'm flying toward the goal, and all I need to do is run with me, the ball, so I'm running with me, the ball, but this is Wild Week 2 right now,  today begins, with the extra dose of meditation, the grumpiness about possibly having undiagnosed cancer, and now K moving away,

I'm gonna open up, folks, look away if you can't handle it, but I'm gonna open up, and we're all gonna stare at my power, of which I was most afraid, I was afraid it would hurt you

poetry, zen, bipolar was bullshit, 2020, wild week, nonfiction, wild week redux

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