Sackjo22_Indelible Choices Choices May Change II
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INDELIBLE CHOICES: CHOICES MAY CHANGE PART II
Choices may change
though indelible they remain
Like ink to skin
Worn in expressions stained by experience reflecting what you did and what you chose not to do
Worn in brief side eyed glances as you cross thresholds escorted by the ghosts of your decisions
Worn in distractions crystalized like breath on frozen window glass
where you pause to peer as you pass
As you pass there is no time
no time for regret.
My regrets are few, but deep
They are the gollum in my dreams and the clocks collected by my father
as if by surrounding himself by minutes and hours he will somehow linger longer.
I have neither a clock nor a mirror.
My life’s reflection transitory
Puddles
Rear views
Your eyes
Facebook
Poetry.
Choices may change but indelible they remain
so that experience is this experience.
Setting up decisions like destiny
Benchmarking probability
If these choices were odds
And I were a bookie placing bets
You could make a million bucks
Guessing what happens next.
Choices may change but indelible they remain
The dna of action
Infusing each reach with a legacy of intention
At times unrecognizable,
So that even soma’s messages cannot elucidate the options.
And other times
Clear, inspired, focused, righteous
Toched by divinity
So that those choices are delicate habingers of hope in a life of crises
Choices may change
Though indelible they remain
Link ink to skin
Coloring history with the hues of your decisions.
INDELIBLE CHOICES: CHOICES MAY CHANGE PART II
Choices may change
though indelible they remain
Like ink to skin
Worn in expressions stained by experience reflecting what you did and what you chose not to do
Worn in brief side eyed glances as you cross thresholds escorted by the ghosts of your decisions
Worn in distractions crystalized like breath on frozen window glass
where you pause to peer as you pass
As you pass there is no time
no time for regret.
My regrets are few, but deep
They are the gollum in my dreams and the clocks collected by my father
as if by surrounding himself by minutes and hours he will somehow linger longer.
I have neither a clock nor a mirror.
My life’s reflection transitory
Puddles
Rear views
Your eyes
Poetry.
Choices may change but indelible they remain
so that experience is this experience.
Setting up decisions like destiny
Benchmarking probability
If these choices were odds
And I were a bookie placing bets
You could make a million bucks
Guessing what happens next.
Choices may change but indelible they remain
The dna of action
Infusing each reach with a legacy of intention
At times unrecognizable,
So that even soma’s messages cannot elucidate the options.
And other times
Clear, inspired, focused, righteous
Toched by divinity
So that those choices are delicate habingers of hope in a life of crises
Choices may change
Though indelible they remain
Link ink to skin
Coloring history with the hues of your decisions.