Ready.
Ready and willing
Lying in wait.
No more excuses, nothing else in the way.
I can do this now.
I can hold my head up through the fog
Watch it disappear around moss-hung corners
"If I could be who you wanted, all the time."
Pangs of fear, anxiety, regret fill the rattling space between my ears
Need to consult my usual oracles,
Hear the real and telling things they have to say
Prophets singing steel and emptiness
Acrid laughter and heavy breathing
Twisting aching longing loneliness.
Bring it, I say.
I'm ready now.
Bring it on.
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