Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
Who Am I?
No longer a main priority,
no longer stapled to a better forever
determining worth and future.

I am the problems I’m not letting go of.

I am the energy and struggle to do better
in this Magical universe,
reincarnate like eggs in a nest.

My wonderful soul is witching on Cosmic music
sounding brighter than the sun to every Poet
driving everything fresh
alive;
caressing the Muse upon my brow.

The most clouded minds
find a way into the Beautiful.

Let’s dance that jive a bit confused
alone together.
Inhabited between
wild things,
wonderful things,
greatly used into a smile strangely grinning
through the garden door of life,
into a Beautiful high.