The territory is brave,
I watch the illustrious gloom
bloom in its cave,
a cavern of intent,
through darkness,
plain to see,
motives growing as
we both live and breathe.
What was meant for
this cause?
Shall I ponder deeply,
for longer,
as I struggle through doors,
of questions, no answers,
each pathway needs
a potential ending which
I shall never see.
I know within that
I shall not seek,
for to do so opens
the mind to those
who want more and more,
painful expectant weeks,
I do not need a cataclysmic scene,
batten down the hatches,
history will cease to be.
And, so what if I’ve decided
that here and now will
no longer exist,
because echelons of future generations
need,
want to speak,
I loll about in the
moment and carry on
without hope,
but always, as ever,
my heart refuses to go.
Won’t I open to feelings
once buried within?
Those which lie there
before me,
as though an oyster
bearing its tempting,
sardonic grin?
Announce yourself, Truth,
I seek you as my own,
I will never struggle
because my company I treasure,
myself, alone.
(03/10/21)
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