Who am I today?

Maybe it's the day.
Maybe it's always the same day.
For whatever has led me here
I welcome
and do not fear
the destroyer
of so much paper
illusion.

I find myself wandering
through prose elegant
and noble.
Yet nothing rings
within this hungry soul
so eager to be
the prince again

Forgetting
that princes live
in isolation.

Led here to this door
and behind it
a lifetime
I had almost forgotten.
a Me
I had filed away
behind walls
of arrogant survival.

I open it
and out flows
truth
blinding
radiant
undeniably
pure
and instantly
nourishing.

Feeding a hunger
I could not
define.