Language of the Brook (Nexus_1) [Archive]

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02-15-2024, 03:30 PM

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Bliss - Chance;
Grace and venue to dance.
The cloud after eight, e n d l e s s nights
But yearning for the Friend,
Gives itself to complete plights
Forgetting to lend
An emergency shred-
A backup sliver for itself,
So it can propagate more nines
For everybody else
When all of its clouds have gone.

But fresh and unknowing- beautiful souls
Who know not experience than
Several revolutions;
Blasted into calamity before their rightful time,
Ignorant to certainty’s evolutions:
Lost domains return again.
Only when patience exuded.

Thankfully some have love and helpers
Guarding the protected’s summit,
To shield them from unsightly views
Long enough for the clouds to return
Giving time for seeding condensation,
To fully mature, providing future generations
Practiced protection at the summit
When clouds break again.

But some placed at summit;
Others cast to depths.
Each and all connected-
The summiters feel the pain
Of the Trenches,
And the Deep feels the heights
Of the Zenith.

On the summit, the clouds aren’t coming back.
The unknowing’s heart grows fissures, and c r a c k s,
Tearing asunder and shattering crowns,
Confused and disoriented, they look to their protectors and frown.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Hurting they say,
“You were supposed to protect me and show me the way.”
“This agony is far too much for me to bear”
“I’ll show you what I’m feeling, then maybe again you’ll send me up there.”

And then what does follow?
Ignorantly agonized turn to dissonance and malice,
Instinctual Saboteurs inflicting pain
In any way they can on their perceived scapegoat.

The heartbreak to come- and the Brown blood that bleeds,

“This love was for you;
I was only trying to do
What was in your best
Interest and didn’t
Have time to
Explain.
That you may
Not understand
Always, why things
Are happening. Neither
Do I. I’m just trying to figure
This thing out, and make sure
That I save you from some of the
Pains that I had to feel.
But your life is different
Than mine ever was.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me
You were but a babe.
And though It didn’t show,
Your mouth created the most pain
I have ever felt.
You didn’t know.
And you certainly didn’t intend
To hurt me in the way that you did.
It’s okay. I forgive you, my friend.”

“Now that you have grown,
I see you at the summit
And in the Trenches and the Deeps.
You help all regardless,
Whether they know not the peaks
Or the depths- even the completely neutral.
You offer them choice to come to a mutual
Ground to share, listen and learn.
It’s time to forgive yourself.
This is something you can’t ‘earn.’

“Yes, I was the first one you hurt
Deliberately intending to inflict pain.
You thought it would help
It instead brought you shame
And you felt abandoned
Cast to the minimum of the Deep.
I wish I had time to reassure,
That for you I would leap
Into the void without a second thought,
Or a single glance back.

You were still so wonderfully loved,
And adamantly adored.

I had to rush off to defend us
From the harshest elements and scores
Of goring oxen, lightning and rain.
But that whole time you felt the inescapable pain
Of possible perpetual solitude; unknowingly, questioning-
When you’d again have a friend to defend you from the Wrened.

What you needed, I didn’t have to give.
I can’t be in more than one place at once
And still expect to live
Long enough to protect you, reassure you, and enjoy
Seeing your growing, development, and deploying
The best of you that the world will ever see.

Rather than agonize without you
I’d give anything to still Brownly Bleed.