The Unquiet Earth

There are so many moments when you pull back the expectation,

after not seeing the lights approaching from around the corner for what seems to be an eternity.

The breaking of the elevated self over and over.

Punches, self-inflicted.

Overconstruction, self-inflicted.

The question no one can ask,

Do we break their spirit when they are young?

Or do we let them fall?

I am all for the fall.

I was expecting results that cannot exist in reality.

So were you.

I wanted to shake you from your delusion.

The walls we make for ourselves

The reality is, the fall comes with so much more flavor.

It is the spice of barriers lifting, fences falling, chains falling away.

What will you do when you are left out on the lonely road?

There is no light to see the way.

The wind is there, more fierce in the darkness, but is it really?

The pieces, spread out upon the surface, rise from the dark.

The orchestra builds to a beautiful introduction.

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The aromatics begin weaving through the kitchen, finding all breaches.

They will sell you out.

Good or bad, they have called you.

Your days are numbered, and here in front of the fire is your moment.

What will you do?

The silhouette stands before the light, wondering what to do.

Lost dreams and broken thoughts, he wonders why that is.

He grips his awareness, swearing to himself that he can turn and burn.

Oil, aromatics, and vaporization join at the crossroads.

He stands before it, conducting as he is consumed in the wok hei.

The momentum builds, and he gives thanks for his mise en place.

The dance begins, and it must not stop.

One misstep and it feels like he will plummet to the ground far below,

The reality is that he has a few tricks that he does not know about.

The striking of metals grows louder;

another night's nourishment is born.

On the surface, before this dance, no one knew, and the land was quiet.

Something deep within was awakened a long time ago,

and although hidden, it could do nothing but be known.

You gave away your position,

You sold yourself out.

It never matters because you know,

You will do it again and again.

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