I am the everlasting pattern of a beginning that’s already reached it’s end
I am the worrier’s captain, the executioner’s co pilot and the prisoner’s only friend

I escape wisdom through leaves as I dictate the vibrations of trees and all along I was just trying to find home.  It’s now known that we escape with what we once held to be etched into stone. migration creates alchemy of a new degree; the kind we know only through circuitry and lasting impact of memories.  Spacing out now I realize it’s still far down and the capacity to emit this frequency is killing me. Urging and purging and filling it in, filing down the commitment of irrevocable sin and now twenty feet higher than the lasting impact had promised, I reach completion of the pattern and remember everything I’ve forgotten.

So pure light envisions me, lapsed through time frames and enhanced by my memory. Instilled decisions distilled through the liquor leak as all the men without tongues are the ones who most need to speak.  Hanging men hung and gassed men with cyanide for lungs are perhaps those we most despise but it’s never been my choice to pick who sees the sun rise.  Deposits of emotional carcinogens that block out the victim and ignore the vibrations within will be the death of everything we’ve ever believed in.  


Trust pure light and forget what it is that makes you so dry