The thing they don't teach in schools
Or churches
Or office buildings
Because it is too wild
And too full
To be contained
In any edited text
There is magic that exists
Just waiting
To give itself
It has a heartbeat
And it finds yours
And there is no stopping how far it
Will unfold
All you have to do
Is leave enough spaces
Enough unedited places
For it to slip in unnoticed
And upend everything
You thought you knew
You notice
The periods become cages
Because there are no endings
The synonyms are lies
Because they try too hard
The paragraphs trying to make presentable what cannot be presented
To in-dent
What cannot be dented
Truth has this way of flying free
Everything handed to you
In a manual
Meant to make you Good
And Readable
Up-ends itself
Because Good has fire
And Life
And a wild love
In its eyes
The kind of burning ecstasy
That makes you throw the books away
Those Watered down versions
Of what flames around you
Uncensored, unedited, unraveled unending
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