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Speaking in monochrome

tones

the drones dragging into 

the distant expanses

stretching them backwards 

folding them into themselves

unfolding them

 

The daring was lost 

The daring was stolen

for a while

mistakenly taken for 

Threat 

 

And stopped in its tracks

meandering in the perpetual moment

of uncertainty 

the scaffolding precariously holding the Work 

in progress 

of Us…

 

T  r  u  s  t

 

This power will give

This power will rise

and receive 

the calling-upon

of truths unknown

and majesties unknowable, by human minds…

 

Until the moment of their birth

before our eyes

gives rise 

to the true 

the undeniable 

feeling of purity 

intention, emotion, being, willing - thrilling

becoming - conquering 

and surrendering alike

 

Together

Together we strike

the arrows true

to the heart      o f     t h e    S u n

 

(  of our existence  )

 

.

.

.

 

But now…  in-sa-ni-ty

the vulnerability of this moment holds us captive

…willingly dreaming of 

future-past, at last 

we ride into 

forever-battles

with rattle-sounds in the backbone of our breaths

steady and steadier, as we go

deeper

still

the withholding

the control 

in the releasing

the unleashing of terror - divine

 

Misled by righteousness of action  / re-action

torn away from 

the side of 

it’s other face:

 

a Mask we hold

 

and wear anew 

with every look

into 

the mirror - pool - eyes - of 

 

the  O t h e r .

 

 

 

Let your aim be true.