On this Inside.

Obsolete freedoms, and
Over-stayed welcomes
Tire the organs within
But there is none to be done
On this inside.

Rusted, pathless avenues
Meander nowhere.
Erogenic enclaves
Studied- no more.
This destination, intended.

The spoils of inner warfare
Breed redundant clauses
That monstrous pyrrhic victories
Can be- just that.
Earning their sticky, fucked titles.

Badge of nothing.
But, respect understands.
One way to follow; to pioneer time
Taking tools earned in practice
Resembling salvation.

I am here.
As is intended.
Dark hair tumbling over shoulders...
Stronger than imagined.
Resilience has grown in- gray.

The right hand understands
The undetectable whisper
Between head and heart.
In them, I trust.
Instincts- obeyed.