Worst Enemy

There was an angel in I car.

I and I stood, high in the lot of god’s church.

Death lives across I street.

Before the clock strikes midnight death returns.

Madam strife between I and I.

I, he.

I, she.

Fires inside I and I burn towards one another.

Death returns home  before I and I explode.

Windows open.

Doors closed.

Boiling tears, crystallize in the cold.

Steam covers I shield.

In love.

There are no victims.

The angels sword slices I neck.

A cloud of smoke as dark as midnight storms out.

With six, tiny fingers I holds I-self together.

A dioxide of sulphur rises from I hair.

I holds I breath as acid rain falls into I lap.

I and I’s passenger has given we, I pain.

I and I overstand the eternal struggle in that I, land.

In the midst of the acceptance of I and I’s fate…

I, silently….

Depart.

Out of this land and misery.

Past the house of death.

Towards the the shores of the river of floating dead.

I  and I crawl back to I hole in I ground from which I came.

Back to I shallow grave.

In death, I will not be saved.

Sleep old friend.

Rise again in the morrow.

There be no tears.

Certainly, no sorrow.

An enemy of I and I’s self.

I pit I against I. another.

Knowing that we cannot die.

Rise.

Rise again.

Break through that shallow grave I and I have dug..

Fight.

Fight for the forgiveness of I’s angels I and I’s fire has twice burned.

Burned clean, back down I hill I and I go.

Swept down the river, I and I float.

Alive and unwell, I and I’s well has run dry.

Sail I ship once again.

Slow, before thy winters freeze has come.

To I and I’s lonely island of thine mind.

I’s  a classic tale.

I,  oldest ever told.

I and I cry.

Alone in I room.

Empty stomach starved for I love.

Days come and days pass yet death ne’r comes.

I, sickness stays.

Can’t get I out of I’s head.

There’s a hell inside I and I’s heaven above.

Regularly scheduled devil’s, the evils ne’r die.

I and I learn to live with I side by side.

Or I will ne’r get off I island alive.

Careful steps through the bodies of times lost.

Carry on.

Learning.

Not long now.

Build I and I’s ship once and once more.

Carry I and I on away from this place.

Do whatever it takes.

Use I and I’s teeth.

Peel back I layers of I trees.

Use I drops of blood from I and I’s gums to write I’s language.

I’s language of what it feels like to want to escape.

To be sentenced to eternity.

I and I drip to death.

I and I bleed sweet misery into the unwritten records of time.

Days with in flow into days wit out.

Messages in bottles.

There’s garbage floating in I sea.

Floating islands of unsent intent from I to thee.

Swept up by storms created in I and I’s mind.

Dripping to death.

Testing thine wood.

Thine wood is strong, but thine teeth are golden.

Golden teeth hold back thine voice.

Hidden for so long.

No cries for help from within the dark place.

Without I smile.

I walk tall.

I walk steady.

I and I fear not the people of the dark.

I and I come quietly in peace.

I and I speak a stone, cold silence with I’s motionless face.

From I and I’s peaceful, dark place.

I storm is off I coast.

Although I sea is angry and I eye shines bright, I and I are safe upon this land.

Rock steady.

I and I bops and I and be’s in the sand.

Fluid, like a rubber dancer on top of rusty, recycled razor blades sticking out of jagged rocks next to I’s furious sea.

The ground shakes beneath I and I’s planted feet.

To grow from here is to go from there.

Peacefully in the dark.

A new day, closely near.

I storm shall past.

I and I find solace at last.

Alone in I mind, I don’t mind.

Crownless kings of lonely I-lands.

I and I builds ships and looks for we.

We sail I’s angry seas searching for thee.

Towards I river of distress.

Towards the waiting arms of I, free.

I freedom is anything, but free.

Time alone is time in captivity.

Captivated by the mind.

There is only one escape.

Submit.

Adapt.

Practice.

Fail.

Practice

Improve.

Fail.

Adapt.

Practice.

Fail.

Repeat.

Escape.

By one means.

I and I’s means.

Two means.

The I’s have it.

Crack I code.

It’s binary.

Try a different angle.

The duality is a reality not suitable to survive.

Thee I and I.

We three kings of orient ride.

The queen.

The jester.

And I.

I follow I and I’s lead.

One step forwards.

Two steps back.

In mercury,  I and I wait for change.

Temperature warming up on this island of insane.

Asylum seekers, change the game.

Volunteer for duty. The time is due.

You versus you on I and I’s watch.

We do laps around I-selves to find I-selves in I, beginning, in I, middle, in I, end.

In I, end, it’s I and I watching…

You.

You versus you.

Not so scary after all.

I see you fighting yourself.

Using I and I’s mind for your playground.

I and I have a front row seat.

Gladiators fighting to the death.

Honoring a clown.

Heaven’s jester can’t be beat.

To the death I and I fight.

Ne’r to run aground.

You versus you.

You’re fighting ghosts thine self.

I and I see from above.

Raise your gaze and graze in the fields of information at the tips of your fighting fingers.

Let the pains of yesterday fade with the declining tide and wane with the fading moon.

For surely more will come.

In the I of the mind there’s a window into the soul.

Follow the invisible light farther down the swirling hole.

Trust thine floating feet.

Walk effortlessly towards the darkness.

Close the distance before I harm I self.

Illusions in the light come to be truth in the dark.

Broken hearts become whole.

Fresh starts, grow old.

Time can’t penetrate.

The soul.

-Worst Enemy

1-4-2020

The Time Traveler.