you took it

that far in, then

stepped back

out.

a clearing's only

a brilliant observation

point among chaotic

growth.

suddenly seen harmoniously.

you're doing

what you have

to do.

telling a man you'd

be there to wait

for him when he

comes home.

that your servitude

spills with anxiousness

to fulfill that end.

the temple door closes,

as it opens

behind Our eyes.

we serve each other.

as you wet with the

security of Home.

I've already entered,

and you've received me

spectacularly.

there's not a solitary

thing that can take

that away.

it's too free.

choices can blow

through hair enough

for shedding.

you're not doomed.

i've already lost my

ultimate gain,

it's about dying on

your feet.

the very last punch

line.