June 20, 2013

• Exhaustion seeps into me

  Confusion seeps out of me

  My heart and mind and soul

  All  warring and all one

  And yet every ache feels dull

  My mind foggy from the smoke

  I sit in the dewy grass

  Close my eyes

  And try to remember why I am here

   

  Believe

   

  The word jars me to wakefulness

  In a place of memory

  Looking across the table

  Into a master's eyes

   

  Believe

   

  Must I?

  Must it be this path?

  This hardest of all paths?

  This nonpath?

   

  Believe

   

  The scene fades back to grey

  And in my bewilderment

  From my repose upon the ground

  I wonder yet again

   

   

   

  What does is it mean?

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