the anxiety of lost forks lying in uncertainty

*forks as the paths not chosen, not the utensil; lying as a play on laying

If I make a decision, I have thus forsaken those different paths;
the lost possibilities,
the … well, lost an unrealized part of myself.
Discernment in that decision;
a vision of, not necessarily the end –
seen clearly, and without refinement and rewrites – oh,
the pesky literary forms of understanding life creep in,
yet again; although not entirely unwelcome –
in the beginning was the word
Locked in print, imprisoned by the shackles of language …..
Digressions, from the visions, the

letting go, and be-ing
[swept by and bye]

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