Into habit regret marches confidently. Relief the corner of my tears as years drop away into the rivers of time and forever. Wounded, buffeted until the shawl of spirit is bunched and tattered. Running headlong into thanksgiving is a capable response for worry. In the palm of a quiet hand I found time and breath to make the journey. Relieved, to have believed in something outside the ordinary. Something real, miraculous and fostering joy, irreplaceable.

Fully subscribed to example, having paid the entry fee, you cannot convince me that this road fails to reach grand summit. Unlike the winters feeble touch, the lively seed of morning mystery graces us this first glimpse of Spring’s valor. What is left to grow beyond the reach of madness and infertile thinking? There is arrival and the revival of superior thinking akin to mastery of man. Unkempt, bedraggled, forced to see the waxen fury of man’s mystic pursuit as his palsy rages at moons, meekness and memories.

What weakened state of petrified fear pins me against the chasm wall? Feet convinced or bribed by enablers and branded thieves to stay their ground when flight is beckoned. Let go all that was and never could to find those things spoken of by next week and tomorrow. Chatting humbly at the skirt of time about space, and days in between the making of all matter. What free hand idea is scribed when looking over shoulder to warn them of policing thought? Most notable the charge of electrons seeking to establish a base for reasoned purpose.

Into home I capture Escalera. No drag of unsecured baggage or antenna. There is no stopping within the event horizon unless the shields administered preventor. To collapse within oneself when shy from piercing light. In hope of answering poorly to be released by inadequate access. No one fears the known until forced surrender by the knowable. And days of dream teach us tales and language to reach strangers. With perfect word and hope beyond the hands of time or death. Arriving at a thousand tomorrows forgotten yesterdays and years of anguished folly, I rest my argument upon the eyes of fire.