from a porch, confused confessions

confiding in the sinner, who’s crimes you don’t know, leaves you achingly vulnerable, bowing to deceit

from here on out, repayment is on repeat

circles without exits

direction arrows change, so must you

can you remember where you parked existences purpose?

next to death?

easier living?

decisions decided, without you

doors swing open, you’re suppose to pass through

don’t you wonder what’s behind closing passageways, after you leave

do you question why?

we know what, where is defined, who can be seen – how do you let it happen?

is it too far away?

the brilliance of righteousness

walking back brings certain death

but, what is living like?

what wakes you up?

other than an alarm they set

we’ve written about footprints

who’s coming

who went

who didn’t show up

who had an excuse not to walk

days end

imprint after imprint

creates no print

importance destroyed, order ignored

individuals who shoulder the weight of preserving an ability to wander in circles is lost, without concern

when they’re gone

so are we

the holders

of reasons

to keep moving forward

confide in the sinner, go ahead

this is the watershed

a moment we can’t lose

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