I am listening to how I sound-
all I cannot say, at present...the delicacy of aged thought and clarity
Your own voice, a reflection.
Strange, how the hope granted
and I am witnessing what
Wound, still tight, but comparatively less shrill, I've
been very busy tending drafts all these years, of how this ought
to go - to feel,
have built grander
as time's gone by.
The sun sags,
weary yet impatient, but I've got all day
against what seems to be, there just may be a chance-
for reconciliation, for
fire and renewal.
I am ignoring, for now, the splat I hear
blots of recall.
Bring me billows of shame and blame - I'm stronger now. Are you? I've stood
long at the
deciding, equipped at last with fiery sight. So, remind me of your suffering,
I'll remind you of seduction-
of the why. Give me your reasons,
pure and simple- they're
true. Just wait - I'll
free you from the cage you waver in, though your key, the
same as mine, and really, you've bound yourself. My eyes are sharp enough
for two- I'll make you mind. Behold with me, beyond the
of the misty past,
the green in hold,
the waiting ripe,
the wonder, thickening, floating, slowly rising.
Ruminate in absorption of
absence. You know
All you thought you couldn't conquer,
but a vapor
and I heard you say my name.
Write at the Merge