Pervasive memories stifle the urgency
and disguise what you think of me by hiding your destiny.
Why does this avenue waive every interview?
Why is it pulling you closer and deeper through?
Empty your latibules* of novels and rusted tools.
Pick up your dying rules; strike the match, light the fuse….
Or polish the castaways, learning from chin-up days.
You may revive your faith if you pull back the shades.
There is significance in each reconnaissance.
Heavier surveillance is no evangelist.
Confirm your own reasoning, but don’t act so cynically.
Truth is the lightning that shows us what we could be.