I am entering
an era of freedom,
unrestrained
by such simple things
as gravity, time,
or dimension.
Is it declension…
into abyssal things?
Does the castle
in my mind crumble
into rubble?
Torn asunder.
Breached, plundered.
The great revolting.
No, it’s a molting.
A shedding, accumulated
layers break away
into forgettable dust.
What was that thing
that contained me?
I no longer remember,
but I am free to ponder
the hidden secrets
of detritus, carried
in sloughed layers.
Worry not, friend! *
I’m the same old me,
but now I can…
simply be.
I am simply me.
©️ Tenpenny, 2026.
Image: I snapped a man in a rabbit mask at a train stop.
*Seriously, it’s time for big things.