Like Cold from the Can

From the hooded secrecy of its fear

even as it held tight its fading vacuum of time

the voice whispered

Alright

speak to me of

cold in the can

Grizzled time

leaned forward as

its clouds of yesterday

billowed thin toward evaporation

The morsels for redemption

bubbled  forth from many wanton caldrons of illusion

satiation of truth only comes

after regurgitation of fakery

and embracing of flames

But panic not

said it

rather know the inferno of light's rhythm and tempo

lives not by the shackles of enslavement

nor the taunting of control

but rather like life's breath

where imprisonment is not an option

Allow it to sustain

even as you rise into the unknown

for lest you trust the illumine

the abyss of icy coals invites only darkness

That realm where deception lurks

tears patiently wait

and louder screams prepare to

challenge your blackened void of choice

But the journey

will it be long?

Never ride life on the easy rein

seek out freedom where the sweat of loins

press hard into the girth of destinations unknown

even as chthonic demons await beneath

their honeycombs with scorpiat tails of starvation

ready the smile with milk-white caresses

should you writhe in their poisoned promises of sweet nectar

And signs

will there be warnings?

Such dependence is folly

goad your mount

trust rather the pure allegory of the moment

that ever-faithful place void of manipulation or planning

gallop past the brambles of impatience

toward the realm of perpetual Mother's offer

Allow the threshold of death to always be with you

trusting the last step across is into that Some Time

where the shedding of fears made metaphor

brings solace

even as you savor

what once was 

Like cold from the can