Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted January 17, 2020

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Clarifying Crux

by Jesse James Doty

Being off kilter from the start,
it's hard to know when I'm centered.
You know I'm eccentric at heart;
my cadence is only one part.

Hard-facing memories that hurt,
pushing me fast -- down in the dirt.
They wound -- sever -- forever cut
deep through the innards of my gut.

My consciousness needs time to adjust
to the realness of what's taken place.
Sometimes, it leaves me out to rust;
other times, I'm smothered in dust.

The first thing I notice is lack of thought,
loss of energy -- feeling overwrought.
The causes are what I have sought--
hard to know, as I never was taught.

Fully centered, I'm often found
standing tall, with feet on the ground.
You'll notice, if you stay around,
the crux of my cranium is sound.



Discoveries of what I've found while examing who I am.

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