Posturing

Long live the metamorphosis of day

I read and reread what came before

Meaning locked in memory, for the most part.

No more pondering what has laid claim 

Taking in noise has me believing other avenues

The core of what I am has done better than I had hoped.

Excelled in the attracting of what was needed and when.

Drawing into my resource pool, energy of the highest order.

I think back fondly on the peaks reached in my past,

Loving that they mark territory in which challenge was accepted

Without compromise. 

I did not once trade my urges for something I could not handle 

...the morning after.

No stains depicting decisions that got the better of me.

I lift, I squat, I shift my posture

The future - induced.

Floating in the maximization of all I am needed for

For now, luring with profound intent

The life I have been longing for.

Within reach.