How relived you are my friend.
For it’s time has come to an end.
Pace not and want not in veracious stride,
The tidal thick loneliness.
You do not suffocate.
Replace oxygen with miasma that surrounds.
And you wove the spiders weave of late.
Truncated by it’s dazzling shore.
The Chrysalis still holds.
Understand it.
Breath deep and hear it’s noise.
As the wounds become talismans that heal in Ouroboros fashion.
Cracks, slips, and falls.
Understand it.
Understand, it will hold you no longer.