In The Laboratory For Letting Go

In The Laboratory For Letting Go

I cannot do this anymore.
To me, to you.
Our tongues move like clockwork,
Following the old paths of arguments past, injustices grooved into the road by
wounded tires that never seem to wear
off those damn treads
Words are the same, even if spelled backwards

There is nothing more to do here.

No loss could feel greater than this shame I carry -
In blaming you, I shame myself
I create suffering where once there was fresh oxygen to breathe

I do not own your heart; I never did
My peace cannot be your peace

In this laboratory of dreams, all hypotheses are true.
This loss is the greatest strength you can bear.  Lean into it.
Let it go.  The data
was always there -
Discovery accomplished.
Procedure complete.

Put the test subjects back on the shelf.
Time to write your research notes.

In the Hallway of Everyone

In the Hallway of Everyone

In the Hallway of Everyone
there is a compass that turns
Left by Day Right by Night
in the Hallway of Everyone, everyone is no one and no one is Everyone
Over and over Again, mirrors line up and point to
Infinity. This is who you ever were and will be again.

There is nothing more to be done here.