Writing like an adolescent again, serving the archetypes

Aquarius
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My poems are coming out sounding more and more adolescent,

Bombastic, self-conscious, champing at the bit,

Like when I was holed up in my room

Writing for imaginary deadlines sent out by the doomsday clock.

Life feels like that again: volatile, important, miraculous,

Worth defending,

With the enemies of life threatening to bust in and neutralize me

With an injection of mediocrity that will leave me slumped in my chair

Staring at my iPhone.

When I was an adolescent I was outraged, full of fire and spice.

I felt like I had something worth protecting - the Truth!

To youthful excess, which it was, but it was also way more than that.

I was seeing clearly. I just wasn't seeing what "they" were seeing.

And it was driving me crazy because it was in danger.

When I was adolescent I was more alive than it was possible to live

Under the circumstances of my life.

And I sensed that it couldn't last, and it didn't.

My adolescence was a little like orbiting, it was often ecstatic

And I knew that growing up would require coming down eventually,

And combusting on re-entry.

When you're out there, orbiting, you see everything!

But you see it all at once, not scaled down but up-scaled.

There was Day. And there was Night.

All wars were one War, all suffering, one Suffering,

All love, one Love.

Everything was capitalized. Everything was an archetype!

The times I was growing up in were the perfect time

For being a precocious inflated poet.

It was, after all, the Age of Aquarius.

Now, what I am saying is, that vibe has returned.

I've come full circle to seeing things archetypally and trusting that.

Trusting there is a reason for that.

We are living in archetypal times once more.

I am back to feeling that I have something worth protecting and

That I am surrounded by people whose sole purpose

Is to sap me of my life force and write off my vision.

Only now I'm not orbiting.

I'm right where I belong, grounded in a Creation in peril.