Into sleep we rest and dream, navigating the spaces separating time and spaces unseen. I fell into hope and it sustained me. Gathered in the roots of time, fostered by thought, all things gelled by realities connected with tether to the eternal places only God could know. Place-marks collected to the hands of time mapping out pastures visible to the men who ventured sideways. Sitting in pools illuminated by the light of freedom we found peace sitting quietly in the rafters.

Questions, so many perspectives and possibility. Unborn for the fear of taking steps that leave us battered or lonely. The foolish, embrace eager moments of shaping the universe into solid paradigm. These are the mind predicaments, the places and moments of horror where reality and dream merge, producing the fears that shape our instance. What remains are those things born of courage or paralysis. What control, white knuckled grip upon the seconds of solemnity.

I released you from the thinking binding you to reason. Chaos once believing itself ruler found fuller sands and hand prints upon the maps of time laid out before our making. Where order made greater sense and realms beyond prediction extended forward. As if where anything had been was circular. And those things East and West were lines of sight captured by emotional need to see them so. Tears and smiles the oars upon the silken waters of life and re creation.

So old and breathless the sigh and tests of mourning. Stretched by the gelatin mass of prayers and walkways frozen by words strewn asunder. The thunderous voice of all that made me useful called me to the foot of something long since planted. Wretched and tarnished, cast into barnacles collected we scraped the metals of man’s longing. Yearning for relief yet never having been tested or gathered by the exceptions of experience.Prostrate before promptings long forgotten. We sought rest as if it were guaranteed all who fought for promise.