Gambling, indulging sensation; grasping: futile occupation; gripping – overt desperation; grinding…
Drawn Inside – far from decision’s consequence – a fugitive, fleeing pursuit of punishment

Sinking, formerly elation; slipping, no more adoration; sliding, without consolation; sighing...
Drawn Inside – captive of self-declared sentence – an exile in self-convicted banishment

Completion is a fallacy, a vanity, a lie:
A symptom of conditioning (disease from which I die)

Totality a memory, a vagary, a trial--
Apathy the reality, a product of denial

Seeking exceptions—in escape from constancy [within four walls’ austere confines] Hazy recollection—obscured by a fog of war [between authority and intuition]
Two-hundred paces from a door, the path under soles slips into earth

Pressing forward – venture beyond regulation’s jurisdiction... A renouncement of convention – with each step a life rewritten

Firm rejection of old protocols – embracing an untended wilderness... Shedding chrysalis of structured architecture – testing wings of renaissance.
Two-thousand paces from a door, the path of a soul returns to Earth

Precepts’ cords untie, release found in flight A renouncement of convention – in new flight a life is written

Toys put away – the trinkets of misspent adolescence – this risen sun ascends to usher in brilliant summer, and spend his might by divine right!

Redemption now granted to cleanse youth’s waste and absence—for suspect claim, a battle to prove son’s worth to father! All hail young prince!

Honor has claimed the fallen, but has no time for the injured. Falstaff, disgraced and fallen – yet no rod drove out his essence. So, folly remains to stain this reign.

A legacy to script…
Expansion of a king’s reach…
Reaching for Agincourt
This is no Agincourt

Squad car lights flicker against bare walls Warnings expressed on thin yellow bands Inconsequential items tagged for bags marked ‘Evidence’ Recesses yield few clues to decipher this cryptic night.

Clenching teeth seal a misfortune kissed man Caution enforced by grounded flare light Latex leaves fingers dull, from powder-marks on once steady hands...

Comprehension—scattered in the madness of details collected Each sweep seeking responses to questions posed by desperate, searching...

Protection from gruesome sights: a mother’s palm. Interrogation spread by agents of law... Passers peer through sideways glances Rampaging minds’ re-creation of sins, buried in this night, divulge old secrets...

Alien, a stranger in an unknown realm on a fruitless trek—without aim, directionless… So, I survey the strange terrain

Hope yields to strain of weary eyes, worn from searching… So, I sleep, seeking answers dreams may keep. But, slumber simply multiplies the confusion held in open eyes. External landscapes manifest the symptoms of my own unrest.

Alien: My own self the foreign land…and I’ll wander on, inside myself, until the end…

Still, I survey this strange terrain
For anything to call “mine”
For anyone I recognize
Inside