RE-TURN


he heard the barking of the unknown in the chase of his life at the edges of sound resolution. the depth of his nature’s what took him through the woods, late at night . . .
it was fear that took him home
it was the choking grip of “what?”
of “who?”
of “when?”
of “where?”
and, almighty, “why, o’, why?”
has the reason gone by
and not returned?
does earth
not need reciprocity
to, ultimately,
keep itself
steady, floating?
has the rhyme
gone astray?

are the chimes
not to ring
during times
of resentment
to regenerate
the mood
?

to balance out . . .

to take us back . . .
to the places where it all began,
to help this world
re-turn and, re-turn . . .

he yearned . . .
he learned . . .

he heard . . .

the barking of the unknown
in the chase of his life at the edges of
sound resolution . . .
the depth of his nature . . . is what took
him through the woods, early that morning . . .

it was fear
that helped him go . . .

it was fear
that helped him grow

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