“INSTRUCTIONS”

When you get out of the way
of your own talents,
and you let them ride--
and you stop trying.
You can sit inside
that circumstance
and let yourself cinder.
Sit inside and let it
burn
until you're nothing
more
than fine ash lifted by fog,
blending into a black mist.
And just let
that
project itself
upon everything you
touch.
When it drips, let it drip.
When it stops, let it stop.
And when it begs,
just let
your essence
rest.
Just let it be
what it wants to be.
Just get out of the way
and stop trying
to be
anything
different.
You are as you are
gorgeous.
Now go take a shower,
you smell.

narrative poem written on 12-11-2012 by: on mattkane.com
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