Bound at the seam
What seems will be will be
Yet, as I, mistaken another for my own identity
I truly see me
In my Mirror's reflection
The heralder of judgments
Forever in disagreement
-Disparage-
He says in labels, that I am worth little
As I begin to perceive that which is within
I see a he, my masculine emerge
With brimstone in his heart, in my heart
Of hatred for the mirror's reflection
Because the wisdom of Sophia peeks
Just over his shoulder
Letting me know that if I do not heed the wise
I will be despised by my own self
If I do what I desire
And so I relinquish
This fight...
In the light, I see the dark
And in the dark, I perceive the light
Each yearning to force its will upon the other
The answer rests in me
In me
What seems will be will be
And at the seam, as judgment once told me
That we may find the same within another
So, Judgment, My Friend, who I have loved the most
I give you to your other, so you may embrace what you host
Let it be enough that we have seen each other
Let it be good that we found what is electric
Just let it be, because that's what seems will be will be
You are free to walk this Earth in your desires to spill your blame
Amongst your five acres...
And you will have that which you desire, and I will give you that which you desire
Your materials and your proofs
But if love itself is not proof enough, then Judgement, my friend
Our paths here do unfold, and split, and separate
'Tis not a goodbye
But a welcoming to continue unfolding what will be will be
In my belly, do you rest
And it is enough to know you exist
I love you, but I must refrain from doing my own undoing
To condemn myself to those whose consent my freedom requires
I have willed this thing.
In conception, a new kind of love was born
Her name is Allison, as you have already known
In you and your judgments lie wisdom
And in me and my beauty is truth
What will be, will be is that Wisdom is known within your labels,
rolling off your tongue- She is your pride and your joy!
And Truth but a mere echo, or a scent, or a brush of intuition
Remaining intangible, but known.
I accept my desire for my Judgment.
I accept my desire to be heralded and to be my own heralder...
Therefore, I choose 'Do Not.'
You will tempt me no more.
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