The Note of True Identity

Let every syllable and it's procession off my tongue,
The infilling of air in my lungs,
Every glance,
Whether consciously acted
Or done without intention,
Every step and the footprints I leave,
The colors of my imagination and dreams,
The lines and seams
That hold and define
The motive behind
Every verse of poetry,
My name and Identity,
The beating of my heart,
Every mood projected in my
Souls fragrance
And the residue of my very existence,
The intricacies of the process
And progress
Of thought,
All that is sought
With my inside eyes,
My tries
And falls,
My purpose and call,
And all that I am be a progressive,
Never ending,
Unbending,
Ascending
Song of extravagant love
That goes above
All of
The other noise that finds itself inside of me,
Let me be the sound You played me to be.