
Typewriter Series #2989 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*My Podcast is on Spotify and iTunes! Link in Bio*
Dare I name myself,
speak out artist, shout out
poet, painter, lover,
or romantic?
Am I worthy of the label,
is it worthy of me?
These are umbrellas,
and I think I fear their
shade,
these are shadows
and wouldn’t I miss the
sun?
Am I warrior, peacemaker,
Buddhist or brave? Could I
call myself boring, genius,
or lunatic, three breaths from
straight jacket and padded
walls?
I am nothing,
though I create more
than I destroy, I call myself
nothing, as it stays unshared.
Easy from the mouth rolls
this, nothing, says teeth
to tongue.
I am many things,
though I hover between them,
equator between poles,
craving for sweetness untasted ,
I am bardo.
I am everything,
I am all things simultaneously,
the umbrella and the rain,
the shadow and the light
splintering off, warming
every single thing
it touches.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-