Securely Climbing Higher

 Self-conscious

Who am I?

I'm just getting by.

Wasn't long since I gave

door knocking a try

Cut my teeth on fruit trees

Daily truck rental for these

Long days on climb and ground

Trying to not get ground down

Bright lights at night to figure

To climb safely trees which are much bigger

Got a big shot but no trigger

Until I throw with more vigor

Blakes hitch and leather saddle

These trees I would battle

Loppering piece by piece

Man that was a beast

Michoacan, Rope Wrench and eventually Runner

Oh man how that made my work a lot funner

Eventually even a groundsman, my Rasta man Paul,

And a chipper JoBeau so I take nothing at all

I know insecurity should be lined in chalk

But I am quite skilled at finding something to gawk

How far do you walk

Rarer diseases do you talk

It is more and it is less

It'll put you to the test

But one day told I was 

Part of the best

Cone collecting crew in the world

My mouth edges curled

What they saw was unfurled

Into the crew I was burled

Then they asked me to teach

Even the ISA would beseech

I'm Holistically Long Beach

Then they told me I preach

I taught them to climb sans spurs

I taught them to converse

I coned the biggest trees in the universe

Now it's time to send insecurity out in a hearse

Escape from Squaretopia

Why do I have to be a sphere?

I always get kicked out of here

They say two to tango

But I can't with all rectangles

It feels like I make a problem

Asking question they can't solve them

Not found in back of book

Then her neck got a crook

Squares don't like being bent out of shape

Made her a trapezoid ape

I got in trouble using voice out of turn

Abstain from the Pledge as if flag I had burn

It really got old all that getting in trouble

So one day I put my voice into a bubble

I learned compliance and listen lame

With hand in the air that's a damn shame

Spin forward the clock another 20 years

Now I'm older, pressed clothes and rocking a beard

Not a creature was heard but the click of a mouse

keyboard, screens, cubicle rectangles prison or house

This is not what I want my life to be about

All I know at this moment is I want to get out

Twenty seven shades of grey I need my free

At the time I wondered what was wrong with me

Why can't I just accept things as they are?

Is a futile attempt at dimming a star

I am stardust from the universe you can't disentangle

I stepped out and realized nothing's made of rectangles

I am sphere, I am star, the Earth and the Moon

90 degree angles unnatural and smoothed out soon

Stepped into the light put my feet on the dirt

Out here we're all circles goodbye to the hurt.

Round peg in a square hole

 A bright young sphere 

barely squeezes

through the 

rectangular door

Into a 

rectangular desk

Arranged in 

linear rectangles

facing

A rectangular chalkboard

        a square teacher

                and a column of chalk

The chalk had potential

        in the right hands

Were it not 

        simply

            projecting lines

                from a rectangular book.

Blank Threats

 It threatens me that I will feel fear so I fear it

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer fear

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer longer fear

I fear it not so it threatens me with a longer fear

I fear it not

One

 One more step

and I'll hurt you forever

One more step

and I'll hurt

One more step

and I'll

One more step

and

One more step

one more

one

Twelve Years

 Man spends twelve years

        at the window

                of a primate enclosure

Worried 

they might get out

He adds mortar to the walls

Blotting out the 

sun

Cuts a moat 

at the edge

Fills it with water

Spills

Ground becomes

mud

Steps back to more

solid ground

Surrounded by mud and moat and mortar

Man looks around

Man spends twelve years

        at the window

                of a primate enclosure

Until one day someone

        opened the door

               and he stepped out.

World so bright he was blind

But he took their hand and walked 

Promised if he walked through the shadows

he would see again

Man spent twelve years in a primate enclosure.

Windy Edge

 He walked the Rim of the World

for years

They tried to push him off

He stepped a

They stood in his way

He walked around

They pressed close

He looked down

They went to choke

He made himself smaller

Walked faster

Further

Pushed harder 

They got stronger

He walked slower

Took the direct path

Smoothed his tissue

It was but wind

Gently caressing his skin