To store memory hidden in joints?
Who knows the code to crack into fissures
Dispelling lost abuse.
Who, even, is aware
They walk with trauma triggered by movement?
The lost, I'm certain, so lost and unaware.
And oh to be aware...
Of footfalls and lost focus
To sniff the aroma-less curdling
That rots inside the now
Keeping racy hearts racing
A full speed gallup, to match anxious ankles.
Awareness beware
Reach out to idle lumbering
Snapping the neck of inactivity in half.
Acknowledgement of the ignored lasts for only so long
Until long nights rob rest, and red eyes swell.
I am hunting again for North Star direction
Tying knots to sturdy the sail as Starboard deck is freshly scrubbed.
Scrubbed of distraction and stagnancy
Of superstition and foul weather.
Of indefinable idioms that I alone
Embed....
For singular clarity
And critical steering.
Into deep waters I push.
To delve into all that I am.
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