Come forth this one last time
Is all I ask of you.
Without being and broken,
Is all I ask of you.
Bring forth that which is unsaid
Leave it not behind.
Decide not which is alone, but
that of which is not afraid.
Of anything. Of promise and precision.
Perfection and prudence,
Those of lies and pretension,
Almost Cassiopeia.
Cast away somewhere far,
be there no bridge no ferry,
Not even Charon.
Bring forth that life,
One that is lived in,
my mind.
An entire lifetime, just
in my mind.
Bring forth that question,
In an array of dreams,
that of moment of
Being.