To come undone
in a world so pure
it only learns old lessons
is to walk through sanity
and out to freedom at
the other end, where only dreams
remain the same, ethereal
and unchanging.
To know what was lost
means to know you had
anything to lose,
to give up the seduction that is
being powerless and, in the silence
before words, to make choices
and to know - just one thing only
the only true thing to learn - and to
understand you brought yourself here
to this moment, this time, this inseeing,
this life, this place, and no one else
can be praised nor blamed, because
no one can be, and sometimes power
is knowing when it is safe to cry.
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