This masters year is nearing it's revolution.
The months draw nearer.
The dark approaches it's own hollow.
It releases all pieces.
Ejects the past from its space.
It prepares to be enlightened again.
Springing from these dark days, I am
Coming.

I have arrived and behind my eyes
I know what is true.
I know love lights all paths to you.
I know I am you.
Though I feel a weight upon my shoulders.
I carry bags of my past, still.
I try to abandoned them.
They seem to want me.

These bags are packed with folded rags
Of stories told and forgotten.
They replay a story of saddened days.
Fears begotten path.
Where each second spent in its chest
Lent to the next. The nightmares surge
in my memories.

And it's so clear to me though I seem to
Lack some skill.
Some path to standing still.
To waiting until the storm has passed.
I prefer to move with haste and cleanse
As I move.
Waiting for the waves to crash seems
Immautre. Though,
I am feeling something here.

My movements feel too fast, now.
Now they feel weakened by my past.
As the river passes I just know not to drown.
I interact with the waves from above.
Though here is the sticky stuff,
You are here.
I know it.
This masters year has shown it.
This year is rolling around through time,
Curling within and releasing the stems
Of the 9.
Resisting the passed times.
Heeding the signs to break ties.
To separate the cycles intent.
They'll go on until we master them.

33rd degree to see me.
I had to climb this height to have a viewpoint.
I had to reach this moment to be free
To release the heat they encapsulated me in.
I no longer want to question my worth.
My capability to be loved.
My darkest, hidden corners...
They are fully being alarmed.

The light is coming.
You have me in your sight
And you stand still until you capture me.
I will know.