am i ready?
is the world ready.

9’s and 7’s. like moths to flame.

one is the prophet. the other, the monk.

a lot of people tend to notice my shoulders. an intriguing few remember my hands.

perhaps the fact that the sound of distant train whistles always sends me to another dimension, one heavy with safety, innocence and peace, is what should tell me that i’m already tamed.

whenever i hear distant train whistles, or the low drone from an 18-wheeler’s wheels on asphalt as he motors cross country, i feel the sounds cutting through fog, somewhere, where it’s 3am.

Little Known Fact:

In college, I submitted a very serious and well-supported proposal to the Honors College for a self-declared degree blending courses from the Philosophy, Psychology, History, English Lit and Film Studies programs in a study of human dynamics. A deep study into duality and imbalance within the psyche, and tracking and comparing cruelty and submission dynamics within societies, and how the dynamics can be interpreted through analysis of a culture’s art & religion. The title? “Sado-Masochism.” I could have been the University of Michigan’s first graduate in S&M, Honors.

I will never forget the look on my counselor’s face.