ESCAPE

The door to the greatest house of all, the ocean’s edge,
tempts me to leave myself and enter.
This echo of the ocean is the dove in me
that carries the message that I want to fly.

Soaring dove, I want to ride on your back
to the crack of sunrise—to its flower.
To forget the lone compulsions
of the logic that has frozen me.

If I could let this hard time pass,
I might grow less diverted as my distance from it grows.
Time’s ricochet might drive me to the ocean’s rim,
revealing to me that I no longer want to toil.

The stress of guilt slows down
and if I choose to let it, falls behind.
Time will devour my past no matter how grand its scale––
revoke my sentence and set me free.

I will pass and repass it
on my round journey,
until my whole life
finally wears away.

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