Bitter, unpleasant, a taste I never asked for or invited. Still the smile upon my lips tells me of something beyond who I have been. Lonely, the bond with intention and the truth about courage especially when absent. This present form neither seems resilient nor strong enough to make it. Torque unresponsive. Believing myself stuck my tears spell God’s name upon my cheek.

Where to when I cannot move? From when to when as all time passes from my reckoning? What purpose, certainly beyond my own as I fail upon fail in my own reserve and expectation? There is no choice but to leave all burden, attachments and false repose behind, dragging the anchors of humanity and mortality behind me leaving the land scarred and my hands free.

Sccccreeammmm as power touches my heart to flame and I burst, forgetting self, history and even my own name. What was I and what is yet to come? Nothing may taken on this journey for none of belongs to me in this time and dimension. Those memories and treasures were made for another place, one I must now leave in the pain of my restructuring. No authority.

Comfort, at once found in the simplicity of not being responsible for that over which I know no power. Clutching nothing, want for nothing, content in the capture of the manuscript before me and the purpose of this new thing, new words and the cleanliness of thoughts and pursuits forgotten. Maybe some day I will be reacquainted with those things of the man I was destined to stop being.

Devoid of confines, enriched by endless and mobius connection from quintessential to sublime. Leaving mastery of nothing to workmen of the unknown. Free to catch a star and leave it to foster the growth, warmth and simplicity of surroundings yet born. To fall for a prank and find that ground where you were always meant to be, floating on a mountain beneath a sea on top of a reality I have yet to see.