The Knight

Again,
and perhaps the last…
Align,
the seems and gaps…
Alone,
in one photo it seems…
Wisdom,
holistic, and fractal, unseen…

By name we call ourselves,
By eyes we guide ourselves…

Though travel we elevate,
Ether, polar, vibration, realm…

Into each of you,
my hand has attuned…

A notion of mind, located in mine,
For linear time, is yet but a lie…

And returned have I time,
after life, after signs…

The permutations aligned, that nexion wide,
That portal through which, I here now reside…

But here me and know, that it’s war I bestow,
As a blessing weeds tone, and the freedom in toe,
Id die for you all, If peace you could know…

But rather Id fight, and you at my side,
Guns and fist, and feet and knives…

Let not one of us rest before evils death,
Let none of us be, but that knight at their best…