Bed of Nails
Shred the dictionary standing sentry
over your keys to learned language,
your motives, your mission, your bed of nails.
The structure will collapse.
Its component parts suddenly useless,
cherished definitions rendered mute.
This is no time to wonder
or labor into the dusk of metaphor's morass.
Collect the shreds, the brokenness,
the fading memory of right and wrong.
Reduce all to fiber.
Add faith's foolishness and fiction's excess.
Weave what remains of yourself
into a coarse welcome mat.
Exhale what is left of your ego
and lay flat before future's door.
The shoes of a wandering world,
bearing time on their soles,
approach with one blinding need;
a place to shed a wretched past.
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