Tilt world
Drink my blood like rain
Sleeting down, drowning the streets below profane forgiveness
Knocked loose constellations
Roll, burn
Slipping semblance of illusion
By blood I am born
By blood I begin again
Awoke and transformed
A new life, a new chance
Press reset
The vague memories of the wheel turning
A voice, a look,
Choose left instead of right, speak, remain quiet
Sleep
Live a lifetime with that choice, wake and start again.
why these steps into uncertain future to know another,
to know their mind to be afraid not of your actions but of theirs, or by your inaction due to uncertainty, you false step can you false step,
It’s like wearing thick socks and stepping on broken glass.
You hope that the minimal precaution you have taken will allow you to come away, as free from cuts as possible.
But how can you know. Just the slow step, then another, and another. The small cuts, the shredded cloth.
It has seldom been my actions that make me afraid, it is always the uncertain horizon. The actions of others.
My hope, in all its falseness, leads me forward.
Caution allows you to retain gains, but risk allows you to advance those gains.
Life is the balancing act between the two.
So my resolve is to act, small steps.
To breathe and reap the storm.
Pelgris 