don’t let me arrive too early
for chance that it may be
or some facade,
less than genuine.
let me speak my heart
with penetration –
gaze deeply into the abyss.
i don’t want to become a writer
who fears what the pen will
deliver, or fear anything,
really, for nothing rightly
has power over me.
Pluto transiting in my 12th house
does not make me sweat!
i’m not interested in being polished
like a diamond, or becoming too cute
and regular, to end up forgetting the forge
that burned me open again and again.
oh those sweet wounds that never heal,
make me into the endless supply.
art is my heart,
the eternal process, undying, unending!
unformed, and while ~
Ka Malana ©2017
Art for Art