O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed
If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does
not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice,
and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it?
Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite
because, else, there would be too much pain and destruction?
Is the truth only a pearl to be cloistered and unseen?
Is realisation, after all, only a nihilism and not an achievement?
Am I a zebra haplessly entering a smug kitchen, unworthy anymore
of the wilderness where it belongs; now stilled, but not at peace?
Should this be an eventuality, lest love be fallen towers
and declension be the only way out to avoid agony for billions!
How do I swallow my pride, when I am decided not to swallow anything else…particularly fake delectables?
When a sacrifice should be in vain; for such humility to be your name?
Is humiliation a face of the same coin, that brought about such subdued will?
Who do I choose Mother? Tiamat or Maat? Or do I now lose either?
Nemesis or Justice(?), or a sterile patient sublimation; yet, with no forgiveness granted
or resignation ceded to the evil forces that try to checkmate and abduct my choices?
Yes, be it known that this sort of resignation is no compromise to evil treachery!
Yet if spirit was fortitude; personal will be grace; and love be patience and sublimity;
what would sacrifice of sacrifice be, a staid preservation or self-destruction?
I seem to be in a saturated stupor, Mother; like a warrior whose decision is abeyance
I came to do Mars restitution Mother, and more? Where should I go?
Must I be a bulwark anymore, Mother? Where falls the arc of the bow and arrow of the rainbow?
O Mother, I wish not to take the path foreclosed by enemies, should I curse them to
utter debilitation at my every tread; like a net cast to catch shark and cut off their fins!
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