Boundless Entries

OPENING ACT

I.

ACT I

I float on words that don’t rhyme.

On incoherent sentences.

Fragmented meanings.

I float past stories untold. Of how this place came to be.

And why this life chose me.

ACT II

There is no sound.

No voice and sense that can be made.

From these lips.

Sealed to protect the secrets.

Private affairs of an open home.

ACT III

I swim in the deep end of these memories.

Of how each of us came to be.

How injustice molds.

And how “their best” does not always land softly on a nervous system.

I kick and splash through generational frustrations.

Wetting my skin with scorching pain.

Of past lives, that never belonged to me.

ACT IV

I walk the lands of a kingdom.

Acquired, passed on, and inherited.

Soils of ancestors beneath my feet. Cushioning my every step.

Disappointed with my every choice. In this modern world.

That brought nothing but greed.

ACT V

I lay helpless.

In vast nothingness.

Distance and time. Irrelevant. Immeasurable.

I am here and there. Nowhere.

And if I had to choose.

The choice will always be one and the same.

If I had to choose an ending.

There is only one that welcomes me.

In all my darkness and light.

Right there. Here.

Among my grandfather’s pinetrees.

CLOSING ACT

Floating, swimming, walking. Or still.

The skies, the seas, and the lands.

Will all still be here once I return.

Either in fact or in memory.

I go and return back to them.

My grandfather’s pinetrees.

For they have chosen me in this life.

But I have chosen them for eternity.