Just don’t give me the pith,
Do not organize the quintessence for me,
Give me all the details
The essence is too drab for my liking,
It hardly ever comes close to the truth,
Give me all the bitterness
With the enervating silence,
The pounding fear of the heart,
Let me eat the kernel with the rind,
Leave nothing to the imagination,
Do not create any mystery,
Or control sensations,
Do not hide statements in conceits,
Metaphors or dull symbols,
I wish to choose
Even if I regret the choice later,
I want to function on the ravages of perception,
The music of multiplicity,
I will not want anything
Winnowed by your reflection,
And I will not be patient.

 © Mukesh Williams

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