MS (4/27/59 / Chandigarh, India)

What Is It?

Dissolving boundaries
Of self
Collapsing sheetrock
Breaking windows

Heaping in sunshine
With long stretchy arms
Pied-piping the gusty gales
Bouncing off billowing clouds

I float
I soar
I scream

No more partitions
Of right or wrong
Of this or that
Of anger or feigned politeness

Of worlds apart
Gosh what is it?
Pour me a potent cup
Rid me of inertia.

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