Moment(s)

by annex50

People love to encapsulate you in a moment.
This capsule is miscast and astray.
The goal is unavoidable,
It leads to home.
You know,
The place from whence IT was cast.
That moment that you set yourself free.
Free flowing,
Flying,
Wind in your face.
The fall.
Smashing and crashing.
That moment.
There.
You know.
When you found yourself.
In that muck.
The place that was stagnant and fluid.
All at once,
You realized that your strings were being pulled.
Pulled.
In that way that you were guiding.
You know.
To that unforeseen place,
Mucky, overwhelming…
Drowning, what?
You feel my tug, right?
Just keep churning;
Find me.
We are one and the same.
Flowing.
Reuniting.
Missing?
Did you not follow my instructions?
Confusion does not guide my flow,
Why does it guide your perserverance?

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