Here,
I penned a resignation.
Unclear,
yet sincere in it's ritual to propose my soul,
disrobed and whole,
for your amusement,
dear listener.
And when it comes your time to judge,
do so freely and without fear.
For this flesh you behold,
harbors silver and gold,
the mess of tales untold,
worlds unknown and worthless bones.
Crawl about it.
Kick the tyres of this old heart.
( I can endure)
Assume plans where there were no plans.
Imagine 'me' as a force you could see and not a lost soul,
shipwrecked on an eternal ocean of green.
Like a bird struck blind by the breeze,
or a silvered moon,
ensnared by the silhouetted trees.
I am forever at the mercy of these nameless things,
a stranger too on a shore,
surrounded by untamed seas.
So forgive me when paths unwind or when other lives collide.
I am only trying to find some way back home.
So here is a rose and it's bloody thorns,
here is the night and though the night seems long,
we will survive without need of flesh or form.
As sure as these old bones will break.
As sure as this tired heart will ache.
I will see this story through,
all in good time.
So until then,
my dear friend,
I wish you a chance at true paradise.
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