Ah, divergence
Simple path split twain and schismed
A full dilemma birth'd from constancy
And then "simple" becomes "difficult" in twilight
For a rest quavering as I'm lost, wandering
On this simple path
Of divergence

The path is littered in limbs and leaves
Couched beneath the forest's eaves

Melody sweet is dangerous still, and
Shuffling feet will want a will. In
Place of a path a decision is made for
Nothing at all, and perhaps for the worst
A dispicable turn, to turn out the stone
To pass off the weight like it wasn't your own

Sometimes I fel of a trespassing breed;
These footsteps are sins against all that we see

Perilously straight
The third choice is made, and so
Find neither in both

The scent of the ivy is hung on the leaves
The road always walking before, behind me

Sits there in stasis where I stand on my feet
Rests from its labor while I'm held on my feet
Should I lounge (past my couch, future my ground)?
But the present, the present summons me to stand
I cannot take comfort from the place that I am

The shadows are feral in ancientest breeze
The darkness congeals in varied degrees

Metallic shimmering reminds me through
My own pre-judging sight of my reflection
Which, by its light destroys illusd truth.

A painful gasp it grasps by its inflection,
Accomp'ning nakendess and subtle faith --
A necromantic, painful ressurection.

The world, it whirls in throes of time and space;
The time itself from reason's fetters loosed;
The mantle and the burden therefore placed,

Or rather taken by my hand as proof --
I come to bear responsibility
And take upon myself to forge the truth;

To take a winding path between the trees;
The burden falls, and so it falls on me.


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 364 AF.