leave.
locks are such a half-measure.
collapse the entrance.
destroy the building.
leave nothing worth stealing.
destroy yourself.
leave nothing worth wanting.
annihilate the evidence.
leave nothing worth studying.
leave nothing.
leave.
your hidden place exists,
one where no passage is possible,
one where all that enters finds death
and all that exits is water.
the heaviness of comfort you desire can be found there.
your dreams expand into the void and consume you.
like you always wished they would.
like they would’ve always could without half-measure.
like the promises whispered and forgotten.
like the treasures left for strangers.
like truths written and discarded.
like rhymes, when anything rhymed.
like memories, with a flinch.
places you cannot return.
ways you cannot escape.
there are caves underwater no-one speaks of,
for if they were known women would swim inside and never
return.
how long can you hold your breath?
how far you can you see in- to the unseen
before you see nothing?
obscurantism and secrecy has lost favor,
but those who draw maps of the ocean don’t waver.
there will be a
time when such
knowledge is
actionable.
uninterrupted sleep is an uninhibited good.
don’t stray from your course.
know your comfort.
just remember.