Who goes there?
I dare
The where
Are thou'st
That guards said gate?
To be opened
At my will...
Thine own mind
Preserves it's own sense
Best to the end
For the owner at charge.
In this zone of the line
Spreading the love.
Of such that our Gen'
Need not be lost.
Since the God's of all things.
Bowed to her rights
of her choice and will
to keep the gate as is
feeding the joy out and in.
To the world
as though the matters
of what mostly scares us
Are our strengths
Knott our paths to meekness
Before we have the chance
To go further
To last longer
To initiate the potential
In reserve
of our knowing
The time and place.
To cause the most
Benefitial
Change.
Into wit...
Gap..
Of maybe we are given
At every point.
We turn over
As time...
Gone bye bye
To late is your cry....
how far ahead
Does the crow
Fly by...
If the gaps is uncertain
Then you can determine..
The more that you plan
The tighter your weave
The smalerl the steps..
Took me the leap..
to get past.
Exponential
In my abstract way
Ahead of time
is the game at play.
From this square
of the first
Past.. into myth
Being on the record
stands to reason
In the madness
countering all their mistakes
and yet..
Still being evident as truth.
Beyond......
Above and over
Below and under
supporting the nararrative of their facts.,..
as only
The correct..
Solution
would.
©wrennie
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