The lever stretched into realms
beyond the timid mortal coil
asking due for traveled steps
without umbrella in shelter’s place

karma twists against the chains
now released by my acts
still I wonder if I’m pure
standing lone outside the storm

this is the story I declare
while decrying what will be
once the threads of been drawn
checked against the ruler’s edge

ignorance no longer serves
the conscience left to survive
against the knot that’s realized
to serve as net or hangman’s noose

my actions stated what would come
even if I’m just a breeze
all too small in moment’s time
a hurricane may manifest

clouds descend to drop their load
prompting tilt up or down
be that climbing heaven’s steps
or descending down to hell.

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