I see
James Hussey Jr.
Calculated chaos cuts carefully, leaving a cacophony
of cold, cauterized wounds in the corridors of my soul,
circumventing star-crossed constellations–
cascading, creating cracks in ciphered convictions.
Consciousness on the cusp of collapse,
choking on cautious conversations, contemplating
my complicit complacency maybe catalyzing
this crumbling catastrophe.
Conjuring courage from calloused chambers
crowned in clarity, cresting in the cradle of change–
cosmic compass charting a course
toward creation.
And now, I see.
James Hussey Jr.
James is a writer from New Hampshire who almost finished an MFA program, shy of one class, but chose to just write instead. He spends most of his time in his head processing his experiences and feelings before splattering it all out in his writing. Also, he's a cat person.