oh where we end up depends on how we get there

we stop after too long a while blaming the start

all the ones you hated for harming you

have themselves been harmed dying peacefully forgiven and redeemed

or suffering in uncomprehending pain and bitterness

and you find out and need to avoid patting your own back either way

I feel like I've broken out of a thicket

body scratched and bloody sick and soul-weary in the heat

but all memory fused in one twisting node pointing forward

being everything you've ever been or done

it's easy now to die clean and relieved in the sun

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.