The Last Battle

It’s not enough to repeat what you’ve heard about it
You must inhabit it

Its confusion and cacophony
Touch it and feel it resist you

You must not resist it

Your father & his father have a shelf
Heavy with preserves

You must be tempted by the jars they tell you
Their contents are bitter

Those groaning brackets beg to differ
In collapse: What then?

No you must drink deeply all
A moribund forest begs flame

You must not resist it

The seed of it is inside
It must be unwrapped

The agony you did not choose
The trauma your birthright

It is not enough to inhabit the bones
You are flesh

Flesh that shall again be remade
In the likeness not of flesh but of light

You must not resist it

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