Into the Damp Cold Wind

I shouted "Stop!".

I'm at the precipice

of so much; Literally,

and in metaphor.

On this cliff of rock Stood I,

a warrior

aged by war.

So it goes that these years have grayed

my eyes,

And they've made jade-stained their sights,

Yet now, this artifact with which ive come in contact,

might it be all its said to be?

Could its answer ignite the cancers cure, so to yeild my scars undone?

If so I'd find that father time has gone and kindly spun the tables.

They'd have turned to

toll-free, and negated trauma's tax

Then renewed mine sight'd be that

Re-imbued me with youth. Then

what I see is made correct;

as it ought to be!

Ode, to could be; currently

This is a supposed direct effect,

by a manuscript that currently lay clenched in my white-knuckled grip.

I'm Surrounded;

I see that, since it was aquired my mind is inspired by this chorus of Daydream like questioning.

More serious though,

this precious parchment

now has gained for me

a litany of foes,

And here I'm perched precariously

Directly in their midst.

Their direct line of sight.

I'm certain as it's obvious im outnumbered and remember

Im on a precipice.

I'm Thinking "Why?"

And A thought occurs to debunk my query as to my being pursued.

I know that it tis the mystery

of the scoll they want.

The one I'm grasping to.

Its adorned by words that are whispered in enigmatic sayings

Foretold in old world prophecy.

The scroll is said to be laiden with the answer to life itself.

This paper is fabled to have THE answer held in it; veritable,and clear.

These Enemy's who encase me surely

would never have drawn near

were I without it.

The sacred spool of pumaced tree held fervently in my grasp.

Would this be my fate I wonder or me getting that for which ive asked?

I take in a deep breath and realize; its time for me to decide

What my next action is to be.

Though, what's next seems to

contradict all logic.

It came to me

That all this time

thats come to pass

Ive spent running from this conflict

Has taken away my battle made inhibitions and ive found it!

I've found peaceful mental clarity

and in this scene its

A profound and useful gift.

my sight is unhindered despite the tendered words of the scoll not yet conveyed to me.

Here now I've not even read it and it is working already!

I find my mind being mended makes it simple to decide.

And Maybe too

it is easier to settle on a choice

this time

Because I see inevitably

Tis a fact that I'm not going to survive.

So as my last act

My chosen tactic is

To hold that old scroll up to the light.

I held it up to see

in the wind and rain what words it truly read and then I must do what I feel is right.

I have chosen

to not disclose the mystery and while

My fate is sealed

I'll deal

A last giant blow to history and

My only thought is that they, the enemy, could not

Know if I take it with me.

So with the scroll unrolled and a shift in my stance

My eyes receive the answer to everything at a glance and I twist out my ankles and the crowd Jerks to advance

But I jump and fall just out of reach of their screams and outstretched hands.

There as I free fall I ball in my hands that paper and before my final impact I manage to imbibe it, with pride ripped and masticate it.

The one and only answer to life itself and ive eviscerated it and just before hitting my exit to existing off this mortal coil;

I swallowed the hallowed shreds of the most significant written thing in history, the scroll is spoiled.

Making me the only person to have read it;

Ever! Thus now, eternally,

Life will have the zest that is only brought through that of having mystery.

The passion fueling quest of what it could be meant to be I've ensured is intact for all in perpetuity., and eternally you are welcome. Enjoy the unknown I bought with my life well spent, and my war is won as the ground I hit.

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