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Pieces and Time
Pieces and Time
The air is fresher up here. At the top? No, still moving towards the top, moving farther upward; belief and trusting. What are all those? Yes, these are the tiny pieces. Recognize them? There are so many, they seem heavy and burdensome. Keep moving, another inch then rest. This course should be quick, light, and smooth. Drop the pieces; make the steps, the inches easy. No!
Unyielding! Those pieces are too heavy for this way. The tiny pieces surely will pull you back down to the bottom, to the past, the gloomy past. Let them go, the air is getting fresh. Let them go, make the way airy and light. Let them go individual, quietly, simple defeat.
NO! NO! NO! NO! Go away! Take your blanket of cynical worry with you. Be gone, removed from the thoughts and energy of this individual. Leave me forever, absent from me and these tiny pieces.
These pieces are ME, I created them! They are heavy yes; their relevance and importance make them heavy. I own them! They remain with this individual. Burdensome they are not, not for this individual, he holds Great Expectations for these tiny frail pieces. Bring me the burden if it were to exist, as I have learned a terrific balance to make the way, the way upward toward the top with the tiny pieces. My tiny frail pieces remain. They remain for the way. Great Expectations!
Fragile? Great Expectations! So delicate, fragile, so breakable. Great Expectations! Tiny fragile pieces that belong. This individual; tending, “wanting” these tiny pieces to return. When? In time. How much time? Maybe all they need is time. Draw them snug, keep them warm, tender with sincerity, this individuals sincerity. They are mine, we are moving; moving again, upward toward the top. Another inch, another rest.
The air is favorable here, abundant, easier to draw. Collect another tiny piece, keep it warm, tender with sincerity. This tiny piece reflects, this individual reflects. Great Expectations! Look closer, tiny piece shaped like a wee fragile precious babybaby bird egg. Bird egg? Yes. Seabird egg? Keep it warm, tender with sincerity; tender with time. Time? Yes, time, maybe all it needs is time.
The air is favorable here, abundant, easier to draw. This rest is lessened. Ready to be moving again, upward toward the top. “Wanting” more tiny important, relevant pieces to make warm. Look around, another one, and another. Eagerly collecting them, for they are mine. This individual “wanting” these tiny pieces; pieces that belong. This rest is lessened. Yes, queer this is; individual should be moving. One last look around before moving upward inch by inch, toward the top. Wait! Something has been removed. Enthusiastic eyes wide open, looking; I can see! I don’t see it! It’s gone! The heaviest weight ever! It’s not here; I can see! The blanket; the blanket is gone. The damned blanket is gone!
Great Expectations! Great Expectations! Now get moving; moving upward toward the top. Eagerly collecting the tiny pieces. Time to get moving. Time? Yes, time. Maybe all we need is time.
Great Expectations! Powerful, Chosen. Great Expectations!
