You can’t Rule the unknown,
but your unknown can Rule you.
It doesn’t have to.
It wasn’t meant to.
(The Royal. The Ruler.)
“I’m sorry, that position has been filled.”
(By one, or by your seven horcruxes?)
If you can have any
confidence
about any “calling”
that exists beyond the cages
of these skulls
and of these ribs —
beyond these oft-illusory feelings and imaginations —
This is it.
(This is
n’t you.)
If you’re approaching your exit on the highway, you take it, or you don’t.
Taking the middle path looks
good, good
on your newspapers.
You’ll earn
pity
rather than
criticism —
and that’s easier to live with.
If you call that kind of thing
“Living.”
Bow down to the god of “being able to Live with yourself.”
(saltwater and freshwater are hoping to take the next step and Live together.)
Live with yourself. Swim in your waters. Live and die.
Welcome to the New Age.
Hidden. Hidden. Acid rain.
Harmless smoke,
sigh it away.
I’m good, good.
Evil?
I say, good.
Drive along, but don’t decide.
Take the middle ground;
your seven pieces won’t leave this scene.
Your double mind
will Drive your flotsam pieces into the ground.
Or will it? Maybe. I don’t know.
Whatever works for you.
Be wholly or be
not.
After all,
It’s not your world that you entered into
all those years ago.
Those weren’t your waters upon which you sailed to find your (still-broken) freedom.
Your good, good spiritual orientation
isn’t the god
tying your soul
to your body
in this meantime.
(Just for now)
Neither physics nor metaphysics
bow down to your good, good intentions.
Here comes your exit.
