The omens are more obvious now

Attention to this self had been fading
so tonight the omens made a choice…
this self over handing life over;
remembering the journey
that I must see through, as it need be

I am alone in the gorge
My shoes, My music, My weed, My drive
Just when all was about to be surrendered
Just when everything on me, around me
was breaking apart…

I Jumped…

The subject of my musings
The label of insanity as a result of my actions…
I stood by my word
jumped
every time
whole soul
all love all in

It is all so mysterious,
the things I see and believe,
all that I am willing together

Connected to these ghosts
the overwhelming comfort they provide
adrenaline seeping mysteriously within -
a happy fear.

When scared, I breathe them in,
my nerves calm,
feel finally a part of something
…humble and small and significant.

 

 

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(written with pen on paper; inspired by Wadsworth and Poe)