Secrecy is a potent thing.
A secret kept well can develop into
A radioactive toy that some inner mechanism
Topples and turns all the time
Willing it to fall
And destroy.
Secrecy is a potent
Thing
Because there are things that
Are kept by you well enough
To make your veins question
Whether they are as reliable.
And when veins enter into that
Level of self-doubt
Blood will flow.
Secrecy is a
Potent Thing.
Your heart will keep one idea
Experience/Feeling/Thought/Idea/
Song/Dance/Poem/Memory
And/Or Something
That it will be highly selfish about
Selfish enough to not part with it
Not let it flow out
Not let it escape into words that
Have the potential to be recorded,
Even if only,
In the universe.
Secrecy is
A Potent Thing.
Freud dissected the mind into
Unconscious
Preconscious
Conscious
And gave Freudian Slips a chance to slip from top to bottom
And reveal what is it that you want.
Really want.
But some secrets aren't slips.
Some secrets are entire essays
Called Autobiographies
That you wouldn't speak out
For the fear of giving it/you
The importance it deserves.
Secrecy
Is a Potent Thing
You uncover yourself in Past Things
That the world hid in alcoves
It forgot to
Remind you of
Like Something you forgot you once heard
Like Something that wasn't loved
Like Something that draws parallels between
Who you are and Who you were.
And secrets can be hidden in deepest darkest alcoves
Of places you think
You'll never remember to search
But it'll come flooding in
Catch you,
Half part known, half part disarming
And if you're lucky,
Maybe you'll learn to love
Potent things.
A secret kept well can develop into
A radioactive toy that some inner mechanism
Topples and turns all the time
Willing it to fall
And destroy.
Secrecy is a potent
Thing
Because there are things that
Are kept by you well enough
To make your veins question
Whether they are as reliable.
And when veins enter into that
Level of self-doubt
Blood will flow.
Secrecy is a
Potent Thing.
Your heart will keep one idea
Experience/Feeling/Thought/Idea/
Song/Dance/Poem/Memory
And/Or Something
That it will be highly selfish about
Selfish enough to not part with it
Not let it flow out
Not let it escape into words that
Have the potential to be recorded,
Even if only,
In the universe.
Secrecy is
A Potent Thing.
Freud dissected the mind into
Unconscious
Preconscious
Conscious
And gave Freudian Slips a chance to slip from top to bottom
And reveal what is it that you want.
Really want.
But some secrets aren't slips.
Some secrets are entire essays
Called Autobiographies
That you wouldn't speak out
For the fear of giving it/you
The importance it deserves.
Secrecy
Is a Potent Thing
You uncover yourself in Past Things
That the world hid in alcoves
It forgot to
Remind you of
Like Something you forgot you once heard
Like Something that wasn't loved
Like Something that draws parallels between
Who you are and Who you were.
And secrets can be hidden in deepest darkest alcoves
Of places you think
You'll never remember to search
But it'll come flooding in
Catch you,
Half part known, half part disarming
And if you're lucky,
Maybe you'll learn to love
Potent things.
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