Spirit of the Akashic Tech

Follow the Feather Pen

Words whisper in my ear
Invite me to reflect
Dancing inside my head
dots begin to connect
merry-go-round of thoughts
linger ‘round my neck
between head & heart
at the throat intersects
waiting to be licked
with clandestine hopes
the intentions of affect
are overly circumspect
wrangled up in black
expelled out as to eject
wet ink forms friction
by a scribbling architect
the play inside a play
I’m here to direct
sensory aggravation
itching desire to correct
Irrational wisdom
stored up unchecked
paradigms to dissect
intending to incite
letters made erect
disquieted call bespoke
a mirror of ordeals
forever henpecked
no longer swallowed
under a snug turtleneck
suspect’s been released
broke out of the “pen”
and is now doing time
inside the akashic tech
again…and again
but the words are real
generated from within
no artificial effect
feel the feathery flight
of a living dialect.

~ Angela Morris
The Irrational Sage
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