Robert Colpitts

To patiently, humbly, and modestly create inviting others to join me.
To work toward the benefit of myself and others.

Right at the center of my heart
There there dark and feels like skin
A wild horse bucks and tears at the fissures
Leaving me dead dead dead dead dead.

Yes, I suppose reasons, moments, trials,
All belong to a realm called cause,
But this death feels like karma,
Because I cannot HEAR IT, it has no words!

I am born right now, this day, unprepared,
For the seeping, sleeping, seething, blood,
Dripping from my heart center
Down down down to my liver’s foot.

I’d die, right now, this day, if I could,
But what twice worse feeling
That I cannot understand
Would I suffer through
In the next death filled me?

So soundly
It rests
Authenticity?
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know

What is it
That nagging?

Is it
me?