Breadth of Vision

Breadth of vision,

an air of superiority,

I claim.

Bouncing back from woven woes,

reforming intellectual property,

I sublimate.

Waiting while inspiration integrates,

electrifying those little grey cells,

I coalesce.

Making sure that time tempers,

weighing possible futures,

I testify.

Judging what a forefather forges,

analyzing the scene of the crime,

I decide.

Folding linens left behind figures,

criticizing my own breathe,

I collapse.

Shedding an old husk skins,

internalizing the pain of imperfection,

I accept.

Explaining the man I am stings,

unravelling myself steadily,

I become.

Ascending to another plane converts,

idealizing who I can be,

I am.