Sometimes speaking in my voice.
Plane ferocious to the core.
At others listening to that was unsaid
inconspicuous and forlorn.
My mouth that voiced that truth hard to bear.
All of it …I feel ………not my own.
Schlepped by a seraph……..yes my soul.
My pen ready to seer wisdom beyond years.
All of it … … Hardly my own.
Schlepped by a seraph…..my augur.. my goal.