{adj. just before dawn}
There is a point where feeling too sore to stay still
and yet standing in concrete boots
tired and weighed down
I will travel beyond the measure of what I thought was possible
into an ocean of wilderness
Beyond all that my life envisioned for itself
to this place suspended
The marsh of no {womb} -mans land
Grounds of slow sand underfoot
where I neither belong or are belonged too
With its eerie echo of voices behind
Calling from a life meant for comfort
that would have a fly feel caged in a matchbox
there is only one way to tread
And yet moored in a holding pattern
I am so far from home
Where I stay with no front light on
No set shore with familiar ports
till dawn light when the sun will show the way
Or may I wade by starlight through undergrowth
Legs scratched on sticks and stones of cruel tongues
No room to lay my things
Hypnotized by a soulscape of nurturing
Surrendering to deeper things
where peace is no longer a five letter word
That a place like this exists is the only reason I long to be here.
Shedding skins from lives no longer mine
Corners turned with no way back
and no desire to return
It is a feeling; an intangible truth
A bygone time of constructions
peeled away until loosened from its un-elegant life
The time is nearly here when
the morning rise will come as sure as it has always done
Trusting in the undeniable guarantee
to bring me to the fold
in every way
and bringing me to the fold, unfold
again in styles never unveiled before
Strewn naked in the abyss
New thoughts with no foot hold yet
Fresh idea buds swirling in my in-wards
the only place to fall
Like towns and cities unknown to exist
except in hidden passage ways behind the book shelf
Not here: Not quiet there
A soundscape of salt air
The smell of incense from the bazaar
My dark heart the only compass
by this new moon at the end of a long night
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