Untitled Contradiction
It's a reinstation.
I'm doing it again.
Unrhyming antiprose.
Nonruled language of poetry.
No limits.
I don't have to be in a box.
It's freedom to pen.
About what...
Truth.
It's about the real me.
This is what I really am.
This is what I really feel.
Feel about what though...
About corroboration with myself.
About endless rhetoric to another.
It's been trapped in me.
This is not my freedom.
It's its freedom.
I am the ambassador.
It's the initiation of beginning.
