Rising Etude


i could be the most candidly open
ambidextrous creature
self-contained in my own theory of relativity
shooting into the opening of a wide expanse
built boredom upon boredom burgeoning
organ-giving shell of a creature
ripped from the self-taught-glory of a Knowledge
twice-given, twice-loved sense of habitual creativity,
self-indulged
dignified
in a repose of harmonic symphony
claiming originality--
holding the violin,
playing it.

and still you would reckon class to cause
unaware of your twilight surroundings.