Wake Me With Risk
Poem
You may see my body
In a dead-like form
Yet I travel within
My resting mind
You may feel sorry
Seeing my body
In this fixed look
Yet, see not my soul
Waking from my travels
To meet you might be destroying
Seeing my motionless figure
Open up your empty mind.
Sharing with you who I am
Is sharing the depths of my vines
I ask of you, leave me be if you
Are not ready for my depths of pain….
I lay here keeping from dreading you
Of your normalized ideal living
Where you and I differ
Now decide how well you care to know me…
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Lili Popper