how could you desert yourself in a bespoke wilderness of your imagination how could you neglect the very essence of what constructs you how could you to lock yourself away from a reality which is too terrifying to inhabit how could you offer up your gifts and relegate them to a mausoleum of none you rid the fabric of clothing from your waist without so much as noticing the mark it left behind you strip yourself bare of beauty marks and blemishes in a backwards act of self flagellation how could you choose to count the hours and keep the minutes when with one breath you create timeless ripples how could you lose yourself in the ether when there is so much light beyond its surface beckoning you to reconsider the patch of cloth covering your eyes how could you lose yourself in a cavernous emptiness when an orchard sits in front of you how could you pretend you aren’t who you’ve been waiting for all this time when you are imbued in everything folded in every corner of the horizon every tendril inscribed inside of your palms reflected in the stories hidden in the trees you grew up climbing you are your birthright and you spend most of it with your eyes closed what could happen if you took a peek if you allowed the light to burn but for a moment if you allowed yourself to take a leap of faith to travel from the wilderness you’ve entrapped yourself in to an oasis in its place what if waking up to yourself was all you needed to give the sandy desert floor a soft tender monsoon as it bows to you in reverence in honor of what’s to come and what has already become of you