how selfish would it be
if I were to admit
a blasphemous thing
those two which-
I consider as Kings
also wield forceful power
over me
from my own spawn
manifested two prisons
which render certain limits
of impermanent dependence
two goals I have endlessly sought
liberating a breath I’ve fought
only to later understand
freedom could not be in their hands
and as my evolution demands
the ego must let go of its plans
but to the watchful accusers
what I would bring myself to confess
at this loneliest hour
I’ve understood a new unrest
my two pillars
may put halt to my powers
as sure as the clocks count hours
and unwavering Truth in Knowledge
I know of a balance
senses refuse to acknowledge-
as so is my challenge
hath I not stored enough mileage?
unbeknownst to conventions
the crux of my decisions
and the only admission
is of two doors
and no more
although one offers extension
ode to the man of opinion
or of spiritual dominion
identity can not
be wrapped in, where one is not
for one’s journey
is always alone
alone to one’s own soulful drama
and no other’s, for no other can roam
…
a moment of revelation…
years later, at levels too deep to rest
I’ve now understood what she said
in this lifetime, she’s chosen a journey
controlling what she begets
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