pareing down

stumbling out of a sea of pain,
my cankered eyes - wide brimmed
with hellish moisture,
project an eternal history
as a cast of chalken debris susurrates
‘cross my febrile brow..

pushed, tarrying with clenched fist,
to the very edge of reason and oftwhile
seemingly beyond..

this call to arms
has within its very essence
all that is most understood and feared
within its bounds
a world most real, new and
dread full..

ne’er felt with such intensity,
ne’er known the like of which betokens
such utter despair and puzzlement..

and yet -
the moment is but a circumstance..
cloven limbs succumb to softer pastures:
bounteous peace,
release coming in waves of ecstasy..

the truth – all moments cease, weave in
and out, endlessly..

holding steadfast, now not even ‘reason’ thereto,
and yet, letting go of pain and fright,
one grows..

one grows and adopts the scope of the
encumbered traveller for whom
no rest is there,
no peace travails,
hoping gainst hope that the final act
will be most merciful and succour
to the unending movement that is fleet...

with bows,