Pass Between Houses

Eyes forward, forward step.

The temptation divides to spite itself.

“Oh, where I go, actuation rules.

Vacate the room. Your signs are grieving.”

I saw, through a great whirlwind,

unknown stations laid still as time was shaking.

“Oh, will I know agitations bloomed,

raised true? A light without envy—”

“How, when faced with demons and foulness?”

I see it now!

In cities robbed of their wreaths,

grasping at outlines of accelerating imagery,

proceed, take action, and protect your reverie.

Pass between houses; reject expectant history.

“Alone, I strive. I have no brothers.

Anticipation defines our fight for life—“ Lies!

We cease loping forward; as you stand, you are.

I see it now!

I see it frame the Real, arising:

You say, you will, arising.

Say you ‘will’, and the ‘will’ is right!

Say what you will, or our lives run aground.

You say, you will: it’s so good!

Say what you will, or our lives run aground.

You say, you will, and the will is right.

Say “you will.” I say: “Alright!”