In between me and my goals,
me and the act of setting out.
There is a box behind my eyes.
In that box are obstacles.
The obstacle box is a filtering system,
made up of many different slides of tones.
And each tone is a visual voice.
A visual voice from the past.
A mother, a friend, a lover, a foe, words of worry that I’ve known.
The box can’t be removed from its place.
The box cannot be broken either.
I’ve become aware of its existence.
It is a veil that shall be lifted.
There’s no real way over or around,
all of those things we ought ‘a face.
Eventually you will cut through.
You after all will always be you.
A mother, a friend, a lover, a foe, a curtain of worry E, I, O
A mother, a friend, a lover, a foe, ray of doubt from a U.F.O
The obstacle of self-consciousness,
tall enough to scrape the sky.
released January 27, 2015
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