You Won
Interlude: Fortresses
You won,
You succeeded.
You exacted your pound of flesh.
And then some.
Thank you.
It is the greatest gift
after a long
meandering
exhausting journey.
That season ended.
An apocalypse
stripping away
all the layers.
To build again,
to re-create
from a chrysalis’ imaginal cells
buried
deeply within
all along.
Always there,
hidden,
patiently lying await
for that moment
to be re-realized.
The journey to excavation
requires a covering over,
layers
upon layers.
Only then
could I begin
that painful stripping away.
And you.
You remain girded
in your fortress,
walls twenty feet thick
twice as high.
You won.
Alone,
safe
at the center
of the universe.
Alone.