Destination and arrival have met in my soul
My mind thinks,
about looking for other signs and symbols
It thinks,
and would like to re-echo the mean mantras of self hate and disgust
It would like to reach out and hurt somebody
Time is afraid of my awakening
Time and thinking dissolve when
Destination and arrival meet
I have been re-jolted back to life
My soul finally recognizes itself in the dark and in the mirror
I journey through the files marked significant in my memory
I see so many faces and hear so many words
All the clues of my lifetime
All the moments of love missed on purpose
to lead me to this point.
Here I am. In space. My voice is no longer audible in this territory.
Silence has always held the answer,
