Your Shortest Straw

 

By now you ought to have learned to navigate your tragedy, the imprisonment of your dreams

Letters written for the shadows, symbols spilled out on the table top

Looking deeper into his own black hole he found foe turned friend, spiral of delirium that will dutifully tear all apart

Leaper of will, seeker of the shortest straw dancing to a mad rhythm, swaying and spinning out of his orbit

Freedom to free fall into the abyss as his own destiny builds up around, going faster and faster

Standing silent in the night, blackened sky displayer of majestic eternity

Millions of years of knowledge, looking back into the realm once held tight, the right questions being asked and answered at random

Alone in the deep woods at night, look around you seeing life as it is, in the dark safety

Stone and boulders forever strong, tree and earth seeking a hold as the rush of rivers keeps pressing forever downwards

Frayed sanity, loosing control of the grip once held to steer clear of hidden opponents

The Adversary flexing, rival in all that ever was held high and into the light, now rotting in matters below your feet

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