~Slowly Loquacious

The vortex of illusion
a home filled with rubbish
uninspired, lost in debt.
tales retold by a dumbass.

Looking over this refuse
I am a path living in vibe
giving manner that's gold
in lightless light's beam.

Now free to breathe me...
world hails a slight breeze
of outward illuminating
to rain of peace and love.

Nothing to gain, yet brings
moments connecting one
to ink scrawled in alpha
made slowly loquacious.

2/21/2010, rjduberg