Where else was there a benediction?
Where else was there a walking away?
Where else was there a place to find and recognize
That this is the moment when everything
Closes down, desaturates itself, stands lifeless
And forgets to pull the petals off the flowers
And let them benignly flutter to the ground
Where they can be formed into a step-upon path
Opening the doorway to some new
Dimension of truth
We are all walking away from
Something all of the time
We are ever lost in hindrances
You must halt here
There is something that you have left behind
That you owe a moment of righteousness to
That you are a linear pathway to
That you owe a moment of kindness to
But looking back is never the placation of the soul
That is needed to become
An unwavering vessel
You must be forthright in your
Abdication of the throne
There is nothing more that you could do here
To return the soft silhouettes
Into vapor sensibilities
There are preternatural patterns
Awaiting you in the darkness
Beyond the place where you would linger
This is no escape
This is a self-constructed kidnapping
You only pretended to look away
You have turned your back on nothing
You have forgotten nothing
You have never stopped treading your feet
On these clandestine pathways
You had imagined that there was forgiveness
There is not. There is only
Clarification of the lack of innocence
You are unable to become a filter of redress
You are only able to become
A reaction
Of prognosticated perdition
Whatever it was you thought you had walked away from
You did not
It always remained
And you only turned your back to it
It was always waiting for you
Because you never removed the cabinet from the mind
You only closed the door
And hoped that would make it disappear
It did not
It only kept your fear, your anxiety, your self-derision
Isolated
In a place where it could not shrink
In a place where it could only grow
Escalate to heights unbelievable
And when you returned to the place
Of unrequited weariness
It washed you over like a tidal wave
Distraught with all of this insignificance
You have lost your place in time
It is weapon of non-deliverance
And you have fastened the pistol handle
To you thumb and forefinger
You are waiting to pull the trigger
To continue the assassination
That you had begun, but left incomplete
In the cloistered shadows
Of territorial regret
You forgot that you imagined that this
Is all you are
You forgot that you imagined
That this was some manifested precipice
Of universal collusion
Waiting to encompass you wholly
To never let you go
To never allow a moment’s peace with a cycle
Of unremonstrated breath
You had forgotten that you had imagined
There would never be any relapse of deliverance
You had forgotten that you had trapped yourself
In internal dissolution
Awaiting the silent, iconic, muscle finger
Warrior cascade of lightning
To fall from the sky
And designate you for eternal abrasion by fire
You believed that you had walked away
But you never did
And now is the time for returning
Because you cannot help yourself
To raise the roof of your mouth
And the corrupted passageways of nasal insertion
Above the cement stingray engulfment
Of all the lies
And all the truths
Of all the rampant dislocation and disintegration
Of pretended justice
You believed there was an escape
There was not
There is only acceptance, surrender and detachment
The universal chorus of tripartite
Dissension from discord
All that you can do is sing the song
Whisper the chorus
Chant the inebriation of the soul
And await the overcoming
It will come. It will rescue you
You must recognize the wisdom and truth of acceptance
It is the only way to dance through
The preservation of who you were never meant to be
Do not run. You will be chased
Kneel down in acceptance
The sword will fall
But it will not behead you
It will absolve you of all fear and terror
And give you grace to rise up and stand
And simply walk away
And never have to escape
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