Rendition

it was not until barren plains 
made a home in me,
lips were chewed
from the search for something 
I didn’t and could never possess
(I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash,  
chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
carving numbers into my spine
 
I found an answer
 
(but was it too little too late?
pink lines marked a path
but still, I hadn’t wanted to see,
I clenched my hands 
and strange visions of whiteness 
lined every road I traveled … 
 
I never looked,
choosing instead 
with a single embrace
to seduce the dark,
always thinking, 
I could have whatever
end of beginning I sought)
 
all it would have taken
was one step into light,
and my agony 
would have eased
 
my truth was finding 
that nothing is ever over,
in the living of a life 
is the morning of death 
perpetually
 
I now see threads of ourselves 
wind around the hand of mother-time,
remembrance being her art 
 
but now, I forgive without thought
sliding between her fingers,
 
unclenching mine

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