Leadfoot to riverbottom,
I’ve always been a tangled up twist of thoughts,
Some hazyfaced incomprehensible knot.
I’ve built this labyrinth of concepts and doubts,
And only gotten more at home among the mess and masterpiece.
But I’ve found the gordian solution.
I have come open in the presence of the bladed edge,
A queen of loosenings.
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Love this “I have come open in the presence of the bladed edge/A queen of loosenings.”
I often feel this way, too! Thanks for articulating “tangled up twist of thoughts.”