✢──────────────────────✢ I see you waiting there for me Mapping silent, successive selves Deferred convictions You dance in circles Round ground readied Wove yourself a prison Almost becoming one Banished all the same It felt like freedom Adorning a mask of dread Longing’s blade bore first Devotion devouring offerings Tomorrow turned to petition No longer discernible Is it seeking, or consecrating? Is transcendence just erasure? Relinquishment of every fortress I hear it Speaking my name Wearing whispers I know too well Certainty terrifies me, not terror Do I cradle starlight? Does it illuminate… or immolate? Rationed attachment Once wisdom’s sight Now just possession? Or merely fear? Curating exit plans While I stand here Commitments overplanned Preserving abandoned incarnations Here I am Unrealized A tincture beneath the spirit Unfamiliar, pallid hue Still negotiating terms Petitioning eternity Nothing worth having Was ever easy to retrieve So I proceed Apprehensive Gravity controlling Should the vision prove disaster Freedom folding on itself Soul in scarlet vestments Let every comforting fiction Hemorrhage into silence Every sanctuary collapse Beneath its own illusion Stripped of pretense Narrative removed Show me what you’ll prove Only blood testifies true Reason can falter So can you If I am mistaken I inherit it all Relinquish all that’s due ✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Written in Gray © 2026 ✢──────────────────────✢
