About Overhead Projector Poem-ing

I love erasing everything I write.

There is this satisfaction I get from diving into the language just to wipe it away in the end.

I get this mystical sensation, where I can recognize that what I am, even what I imagine I will become, will be unrecognizable in time. Eventually, soul will transcend or ascend or evolve and what I think of as myself will be wholly new.

Mediums say as much about people who have crossed over, explaining that our ancestors and dearly departed don’t care so much about our daily lives, that they don’t hang around us while we’re doing the dishes (unless that was a personally significant receptor). They wait for moments of connection with the ultimate.

They wait for flow.

We are always evolving and changing. We forget most of what happened in our childhood (neurologically we break down what we don’t need through teen years) and we move on from whatever happens in adulthood, no matter how much the experiences that tell us who we are affect and add to our sense of being.

We grow. We learn. We wipe it all away.

A quick thanks to some of the influential writers, teachers and peers who helped me get to this idea.

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