Being chaotically calm

the fakir in me, seeks the real me
dredging delving ‘n sifting inside out 

A wee drop, an ocean waiting to be
Fickle seditious or a faith devout
Uprooted whilom or longing to sprout
Errant river winding hither thither
or a tempest mighty thrashin’ about
Sepulchral whisper, vacuous blither
Struggling ‘n slaving but, not to dither
A dulcet saga deserving encore
Lingering on striving but, to wither
Replete with vengeance rage love ‘n abhor
unveiled ‘n bare, laid out in the open,
me for thee! did you hear the unspoken?

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