I live and the sun beckons,
The wind chills and renews,
The scent of nature arrives,
And I am complete and here;
...
Behold the bookcase burning brightly,
I hold this thought so ever tightly,
And should this thought seek to abscond,
This deeply, darkly, dark beyond,
...
A living castle he,
Impervious, imperious ponderously,
He charges into aeons,
Sunders all upon his path,
...
It begins with flashes, sharp, electric,
Sleep won't come, but wakefulness abides,
Nightmare lies that way, but welcoming,
Great, wracking sobs tear at every muscle,
...
Pale, alien curves suspended in each grain,
A desert stretches before and behind me,
Which hot and laboured winds blow forth,
They wrap and confine me in blissed warmth,
...
Is the choice so difficult?
Is it binary or multi-pathed?
And can one make the right choice?
And is choosing wrong set to last?
...