I came from deep Mojave, arriving at dusk.
Knowledge is a riddle until it lives--
in you. It inhabits the empty places.
The way is through. You have no
choice except to accept or struggle.
Power is in choices. Decisions.
Surrender and seize. How confusing
freedom is. Captivity is a thing you carry, freedom is
terror
of dissolution. Freedom, I have
never known.
But the garden has
forking paths. There's a rainbow
at the crossroad from whence flows
prism.
She arrives. Purified, I
offered my pain.
Transcend. I offer
my poems. Venus. Adonis.
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