On the eve of my soul's reconstruction : A Poem

center of gravity on my dysfunction

skyward trajectory of soul intention

my future, co-created invention

the pandoran box opened indigenous smoked blunt

I gaze, intent to a prophetic rising sun

onto a railway line headed for north

the best, mentioned intention put forth

fighting entropy i cling to the sound

one hand, is clapping it was edgy and profound

riding the moon circular path

rise to meet the summoned sage and her staff

a soul left to rise from amidst ash