Separation from ambition, pure expression

I feel
Shackled and at the same time
I feel like a figure with
arms stretched wide
albatross
free

Free from the expectations of those who dont know
jailed by those who do

I feel
like a box which rejects no content
free to mix
and collude
together in color
SOUP

I feel like a thousand fire crackers
burning hot
and booming
that perfect blend of light and sound
all around startling

Lingering as a black mark

I want all art to be
merely a black mark
of some beautiful reaction

The soot from energy and feeling
and new neural pathways
being forged

A pioneer of the mind
Free from the religion of
solidity
of reassurance
of tradition
of piety

Like Sampson
crumbling the pillars
with his chained arms
is the final act
of a creative mind

Beautiful
and Godly

Like the big bang
Like anti matter
Like a coral reef