Reach the age for decommission
Seasons saddled me with rust
Seeking visions from the lucid,
Risk the system, breach of trust
Falling up, failing back,
a trajectory of lapse.
Launch conditions ever fair,
Spare not dark, and futures pass.
Streaking free of exosphere
Sail the stars in solid state
Tweak velocity in gear
Avail! To surface in my wake
trail of prose, tales of mirth.
Anecdotal conservations.
Verb in meter, odes protracted,
scrutiny, rumination.
A toast to close the span
coast-to-coast, post to friend
As you grow in all directions,
Mind the warp within the bend.
Pause on clearing arc,
(shortest leg of life starts soon)
Drawn anew, last embark,
Hark, let Helter Skelter tune
through a frame of equidistance,
We perceive no more than shape.
Forward, up, and out of youth
on toward full-grown unknowns
Choose their reach, their vector.
Loose to right, to wrong, to not throw stones.
Roads you’ll roam are rimmed with doubt,
Caution is a state of mind,
Fail to plan or scout the route-
Cost of resource, loss of time
.
When the bend is imminent
Halfway unto death, we’ve sprint,
View a time-lapsed half life chain
What is felt for your domain?
Real life bites, and bends,
at odds with ends
to which you still intend.
Helter skelter revisions,
Dismisses the black iron prison.
Provision a prism
Presenting a wisdom
Intake shaped not just by vision,
Higher function as one system.
Cut this for the ones I’m missin’
May your path bend to render bridges.
