Delusions of grandeur
have made many a ship sink
But a boat that never leaves the harbor
has no story to tell

A need emerges
a need to be among the wild
lay down and soak among the grasses
fall into an endless sky
crying with release
and the gamey taste of joy
Leave me to the wolves and antelope
Goodbye trees, my old friends
I need to be alone

I do not answer a fool in his folly
for the retorts of a fool are too many

You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.

Oh, Great City
shrouded in the mist of the future
Still stand stark in my mind
An indelible landmark of the future
drawing me with scarlet cords
Clearly I will See You
Clearly I will Hear You
as surely as I have been alive
I will walk Your streets

My hand is cramped
the muscles and skin begin to meld
with the smooth hilt of a sword
I grip but know not how to swing

I stare down a deep well
Old memories still accessible as a blur of pain
Like an open wound it smells of danger
every time I walk this way
Time has yet to fill it in with the dust and dirt of life in the trenches
And I visit much too often
for things to settle as they would
I’m sure they could
But they don’t
I keep sifting
like sand the memories rub my senses raw again
Long ago I decided it was worse to remember any good or neutral thing about you
For a moment it was a balm
but then like everything else it was just a bludgeon in the palm of the demon responsible for my torture
Anger is just as strong a tie as Love
and sometimes calls back to Her
when the heat subsides and I wonder what irrationality I have committed in those fierce moments
If my resentment be half-lies
so is every infatuation
I have committed to resentment as a safer place

When battle positions are none too desirous, one still must choose between them