presents for your presence, sir

a noose representing freedom
as he's hanging by his own lifeline
drawn from his imagination, split
on the road with no destination
a foggy map with names indiscreet

tithing to the one he can truly trust
each breath dirty with life siphoned
experience leaks from a jagged memory
quail eggs

clandestine virtues resonate from the clarity of the well of forgiveness
to each its own and to all we belong
yes, there is no escape
but the beginning has no more security than the conclusion
unacceptable
open faith is blindness, copulate for coins

keep keep movin'
only faster this time

this time-
now.