all quiet on all horizons
there are no birds of prey
there are no missives of doom and gloom
there are no angels in ascendance or descendance
there are no people at all… save the “us”
we are here.
the morning spreads butterscotch sunshine upon the unity
I and I
one
together
solitary
I and I
the unity of us.
behind lies a path
ahead lies a path
the present lies motionless
there is no above
no below
there is here and not here
time is meaningless
it is just a day like the rest
of rest
to be at rest
no title or appellation
time is
the rest is meaningless
yet the mind chatters
as if a bunch of monkeys
clattering to be fearful
to be frightful
to be mindful of the dangers
the interlopers
the encroachers
mindful of all trespassers
but the heart is still
the spirit soars
sails upon the blue skies
traverses the icy chills of altitude
the tranquility of solitude
I will not look down
I will see only the distant still horizons
this is my world
this is where I am
not tied and falling
not ascending
there is no sin
there is simply soaring free.
the rivers of madness are not mine
the rivers of blood are not mine
the fear is not mine
the anger is not mine
I claim no part of these.
the sunshine
the rain
the wind
the clouds
these are mine and I am theirs.
the embrace of the distance
the kiss of the infinite
the caress of time
the silence of the skies
these are mine and I am theirs.
the quiet of the horizons is mine
and I theirs.
this day
and all other days are mine
free of sin
free of guilt
free of pain
I shall remember nothing
I shall hold nothing
this … just day
that … just night
and between them…
just silence
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