Poetic Manifesto

there are no rules
iambic pentameter 
for whom?
I write in afib
oscillating at irregular frequencies 
between the all encompassing "you"
and this ever expanding version of myself
all these jobs
breaking down boxes
learning how to construct my own 
world view
and now I see hope in the mirror 
hemmed in
behind and before
there is healing in passion
in claiming and rising 
to the occasion 
of our unique designs
to bring about oneness
in what we call time
as an answer to the calling
I write
idiolect raw but never careless
off kilter and perhaps piercingly so
it feels like chaotic good