Poetics... (guess thats what I'll call my untitled pieces)

Tryna figure out this rhyme
this time
its a little different
or it has to be rather
my thoughts I must gather
and wrap around themselves
squeezing tightly to ultimately expose
from the tippies of my toes
all the way up my back
as a matter of fact
the truth is that
and from there i can live in peace
with my piece
and feel finally overstood
freedom as it should, be
caught up in the rapture
with self and thereafter
untouchable and seldom seem
is now a living dream.

1:43 am (awww :-) )
3/2/10