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.