Number 5

My words are invisible to the naked eye
But stimulate the mental complexities of
self reflection
they yield vision
and resonate with those
who breathe the breath of sacrifice

The precision of my incision
into the mental cavity is slight
but like geological time
ditches become canyons
streams become oceans
slight incisions become--open

Open to the understanding
that comes with the passage of
time
Knowledge of self takes
time