Myths and stories seem
The only means that explain yet enable
This madness
This resolute conformity to it
If only the writers knew
The havoc their works would wreck
Would they have shunned their craft?
Or pledged to never stray with words?
Vain strivings
Reason to wonder to myth
Is a journey of elaborate embellishments
And would affect humble beginnings alike
Nobody wants to die for reason
It is not a glorious death
The shadows of the greats
Encompass much and linger
For too long
I cannot see my shadow
It is lost in theirs
It is all a rewrite
I suppose this is too
There is form and there is content
But none of it seems to be mine
Should I read less?
Should I urge the still sun to rise?
To ascend and then stay above
Maybe then the shadows shorten
But maybe so would mine
And still be lost in theirs
Let the sun be then
I’ll learn to step aside
And let assurance take its time
There is enough land
For all our shadows
Be liberal and free with words
Restraint is a quality
That demands prerequisites
And much sacrifice
You are not your master yet
So be liberal
Pour and then stray without care
And various combinations will arise
As you conjure meanings
And then pick the wrong one
The most dazzling trick of them all
And bloat and beam as others
Applaud your mediocrity
Ashamed of theirs
There is nothing wrong
The process is such
False beliefs are important
Even if just to reach higher
And then look down with contempt
At what you were
If broken the pieces would vary
In size, depth and meaning
Those dearest to me wouldn’t be found
Lying amidst the shards
Stacked unevenly when whole
The gaps weakening the structure
One careless move
Is what separates us for now
Multiple strands of thought
Entice and entreat with equal measure
Daily distractions of conscience
Deter the most steadfast of minds
But blame not the thoughts
Truly unbiased as they are
Desires and ambitions too
Manifest themselves through them
With resolute regularity they return
Every day with the same offerings:
Desires and distractions
And to strive and struggle for the former
Is just another strand of thought
A True Sentence 