Pardon me my love,
As this body now refuses to restrain
Such a fiery, blazing soul.
All this imprecision
This absence of definition
Flashes like a sword, time and again
Fairly unsheathed, yet unable to kill
Trapped in a duel against its own self.
Indifferent to this all
I am here to violate the scroll
Your world calls destiny
Pardon me, my love
But my existence presupposes yours
And you were not meant to be lost
In the shadows of hermeneutics
In the winds of perceptions
All crashing against a long, unyielding pause.
My dear, I am not here to be your anchor
I have chosen to be your mast
Gladly, I have left behind all horizons
To search for the real voice
That was originally spoken
Much before it was ever heard.