Who are we?
But
exhibitionists and voyeurs
Writing
and talking about things
Seems
we have no control over
And
yet every page we read
Makes
us steadily wiser
Rich
in spiritual energy
Each
piece of ourselves we bleed
Into
the matrix
Makes
us ever more whole
Like
an invisible shield
That
energy protects us
Our
auras radiate and vibrate
To a
kind of marching tune
Moving
us forward
Ever
baby steps, baby steps
As
exhibitionists and voyeurs
Who
learn, grow, and teach
That
exhibitionism and voyeurism
Don’t
have to be bad things
The
written kind, the literary kind
The
best kinds
Whether
in a poem, short story
Or novel
Though
for the majority
Straight
conversation
Is
where you’ll see
And reveal
the most
© 2003 Chris
Sorrenti
