Happy Choice

November 8, 2017

Hold me down,

the air has turned to water

This weightless resistance,

is losing all order

Memories of buoyant pasts,

shredded by the fog

Stuck on this itinerary

headed for the gods


The inevitable end

becoming all too clear

I now must close my eyes,

to engage inside this fear

Left for the bodiless folk

hiding in the blank peripheries

A spirit-triggered choke

whispering with intimacy


Your guidance, dear one

has lead me astray

Please don’t take me there,

I must find my way

You have never been afraid

to take my friends away

It is but our choice

to continue day by day

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