My High Priest
My high priest, my hierarchy from within,
a compassionate dictator, a benevolent tyrant,
a part of me that I didn’t know,
a hidden river of divine secrets,
an accumulation of all perceptions and deeds,
yesteryears’ revelations stored within me,
my self that I know not of,
but myself that is better than I know,
locked up in subconscious vaults
with flimsy locks on the doors,
moving with the onrushing waters
from the High Kingdom of the all knowing,
moving into my consciousness
dictate the words for me to write.
They carry me to places unknown.
They lead me to new shores,
new avenues to form new concepts.
They make it easy for me to navigate.
They fill me up wth a quixotic language
that comes from the music they sing
that smoothes over the rhetoric
that made its home inside of me.
I am a writer. By God I am a writer.
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