Unraveling the Inner Dialogue: Roy K. Austin’s Poem That Challenges the Self
Ever wondered what it means to be both the kite soaring high and the tether tangled below? This poem spins a dizzying dance of self—part glutton, part grieving heart, part vulture circling the remnants. It’s as if identity is less a fixed point and more a sprawling ouroboros, endlessly devouring and regenerating itself. I find myself pondering: can one truly hold opposing forces without losing the thread? There’s a raw, almost unsettling honesty here that pulls you in, twisting perspectives like a kaleidoscope gone rogue. If you’ve ever wrestled with your own scattered parts or marveled at the chaos beneath calm façades, this piece might just feel like a conversation with your shadow self—provoking, profound, and impossibly human. LEARN MORE
I am a neighbour
with open gate,
me is a glutton
not pulling his weight,
I am high
like a drifting cloud,
me down below
has the mind of the crowd
filtering, straining,
tangled in knots,
while I like a kite
am free from the lot,
me is the cause
of each scattering part,
I am the grief
of a broken heart,
me is the sport
of a sickening ill,
I am the vulture
devouring the kill,
me is the grasp,
the grunt and the spit,
I am the truth
of a bottomless pit,
me is the sleuth
discovering loss,
I am the meaning
of uroboros.
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