I want to see a shrink.

June 9, 2010

I want to see a shrink.
In fact I NEED to see a shrink.
The shrink in my mind that has shrunk the bind of the book reading my prime, discovering Divine, contrasting time, tasting grime, touching behind what most see as slime. My Empire stakes the sign revealed while oceans across read my sign as a shield for pain and their gain, radical claims and praise for the sane. As if they are lacking what I found while packing and seem to misplace the trace of my face with the spin of a top that tossed my head with the herd, (at a pace completely absurd!) then ran into a fence caught up in somebody else’s missing link. I want to see a shrink.

THE shrink. Of my prior location, exquisite vocation, walled only with imagination, erasing degradation, solidifying liquidation for handfuls of edification. Walk with me. On the frail walls of my imagination to the space that lay created to be without reason, motivation, or sophistication. Only beings allowed to be. I want out of this trap cutting holes in memories rich with longevities for stories to fall down stairwells of future leaders birthed to be tall above nations with walls and people that know nothing about them. Forcing an out of the physical, into the intellectual. Out of my hand into my head. Out of my eyes into their lies. Out of my heart into new dark-nestled in images straining for dimensions beyond apprehensions of grace and love and peace and pink.
I want to see a shrink.

Or perhaps id rather see what the shrink could possibly say to the fact that their title alone goes against everything I already know too well. Perhaps a gardener could help me to grow and let me retell...with a trip to my reflection staring back from your well.