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A lack of peril propels me with great purpose
Wandering forward i find myself nearing a window.
I poke my head out to peer
Into the singularity
Where all is stretched and strangled mangled beyond recognition.
Mother moon cajoles me her bosom comforting in this my greatest moment i am not me but filled with her the irony
Heat and light reflected refracted bent i am affected infected vulnerable unprotected shivering naked against the white of her face.
I drift away with her in the tide she conjures tugging vast oceans with a shrug and i abandon a self on the shore
An identity i now realize i was never exactly fond of begs and beckons me transitions are not always simplified by subtlety
Relieved that this farewell marks the end of an existence where trembling at the notion of possibility is more than just acceptable...
Volunteering for increased obligation out of fear is not a solution to submitting to this mundane masochism
I must crawl out the window
And let myself be swept away
Stretch me out and swallow me down as a part of it all
And the final memory i make is spiralling in then out and within everything. Undeniable how we are all extensions of the same body
Blades on a pinwheel
Growing from a mutual origin and reaching out until the cold forces back the frostbitten fingers of fate
Wandering forward i find myself nearing a window.
I poke my head out to peer
Into the singularity
Where all is stretched and strangled mangled beyond recognition.
Mother moon cajoles me her bosom comforting in this my greatest moment i am not me but filled with her the irony
Heat and light reflected refracted bent i am affected infected vulnerable unprotected shivering naked against the white of her face.
I drift away with her in the tide she conjures tugging vast oceans with a shrug and i abandon a self on the shore
An identity i now realize i was never exactly fond of begs and beckons me transitions are not always simplified by subtlety
Relieved that this farewell marks the end of an existence where trembling at the notion of possibility is more than just acceptable...
Volunteering for increased obligation out of fear is not a solution to submitting to this mundane masochism
I must crawl out the window
And let myself be swept away
Stretch me out and swallow me down as a part of it all
And the final memory i make is spiralling in then out and within everything. Undeniable how we are all extensions of the same body
Blades on a pinwheel
Growing from a mutual origin and reaching out until the cold forces back the frostbitten fingers of fate