Mixed With

In the profundity of my despair
There is wisdom and there is worth mixed with
The salt of this earth, the assault of time
The tumult of joy longing for release

This beast in me is the best that’s of me,
gets the best of me, wrests the best from me,
tires me well beyond mirror’s exhaustion,
has no pity for mild limits of me

I curse it and bless it, both together,
opposites confound intrinsically,
hard to tell music from cacophony,
I am locked in and have so many keys

Morning after finds sunlight through the cloud
As sour gum goes to blood in autumn wood