Credo

I have marked my place, I stand now in the bulging vein of the moment. No more hunting for meaning or for anti-meaning, all socks are white or not. I am here. a one-sized loosely fitted mind, a tick and cross on an illogical checklist, acres stacked upon acres of fifth dimensional doubt, faith, and gnosis, a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter. I am all things and nothing, happy to be whatever you see and I will not gainsay your worst opinions, but embrace every layer of the onion even though you cannot perceive the chameleon gifts of my all too human superpowers, or my agreeable acceptance of your legendary life. I am rooted in truth and conspiratorial speculation finding no fault in either but still a knowing of what I am, could have been or was. I am raised up in my lowliness and glory no longer there or anywhere simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada. deeply sorry to be so unrepentant and mostly happy to be sorry, not a worry or any flurry of guilt. Expunged and indelibly revealed as this ingenuity of self, here now and gone all along.