The chemical matter of my mind
Substance- that is non-existent to you.
Frequent firing and wiring of my wording
Is realized, materialized, upon those who
Open their ears and with patience
Let the streams of my voice sink in-
To the sockets of their own eyes
Their firing, their wiring, their insides.
Let my past and, perhaps, pain
Be painted and re-played
So you, too, can be part of the picture
And visualize how I display
My material that is not matter
But my voice, which I hope to you- matters.
Show me you want to feel the weight
Of my internal structures against you-
The friction between your inherent beliefs-
Against the arguments you close the blinds to,
Because I am convinced, as much as you are,
That I am just as justified.
And I, too, in fair turns take in your articulations-
Speculations, because I want to see you
Inside-out. Understand you upside-down.
I want to feel your imagination press against
The walls of my resistance and persistence
That my experience defines as truth.
I want to see the colours of two opposing opinions mesh
And hold back my defense that denies opportunity.
Let two worlds strip completely to the skin
And embrace what is offered by an honest unity
That takes us both over the edge.
I’ll let you in when you let me speak.
