Seep
Thought like a torrent of water
Seep- drip, drip, drip.
Each mould to old ideas
that drip into a now opened mind.
In this sea I bathe
to metamorphose
to become
the being I am.
To sit pensive
waiting for the perfect idea
that finally seeps through,
this place is no good for you
a packed bag waits
I stand looking…
I am ready to work like an alchemist in the night.
I am real.
Elizabeth Tyrell is a poet published in over 70 countries, an anarchist feminist performer with over 1000 performances under her belt.
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