“Clarity: A Eulogy”

Give up and get to waking away.

You’ve saved your purpose and now it’s time to move forward, or away, or just move to make amends.

This isn’t power, poetry, prose or anything.

At request I bought boxes. At request I recoiled on a couch alone. At request I died silently until I became the undead…almost alive and empty. Packed items and started to remove myself from the problems and then…then it thought I came “home” and it was to unpacked boxes and more hate.

With my heritage I feel the need to the ink myself.

Line work and numerals.

Overstep the 8-bit pieces.

No forgiveness. No regret. No more pain.