Saturday, April 23, 2011

As I Lay

As I lay there, I watch with cold indifference the branches that sway before me. I choose this moment, this time, this now. I choose this as the time for the path to open.

My leaking soul colours my world and perception becomes more than it ever was. Is a passing from one path to another always fraught with the fear of change?

In my movement, there are no edges any more. A path through the wooded knowledge or all that once was cannot calm me. Pastures new await me and their call is a siren song.

I go.

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