freedom

The Truth is out

the Truth is out

the lights went south

as predicted

books no longer needed

living echoes in echoed chambers

tunnel without walls

all connected

old life in bonfire's embers

darkness closing in on

I have perfect vision now

I have to leave

I had to

I wasn't afraid to stay

I am unpredictable

even to myself

always wondered

where is Lara

where is Lara

riding up to no consequence

flitting in her robe

dainty as a daisy

where is she

I wish I could talk to her

listen to her cithara voice

even though she's here

she's here inside

as inside that enclosed garden

it's all in here

yes everything is in here

the books the words

the memories

the sensations and the colours

the numbers, the numbers!

piranesic bridges building themselves

interalloverconnected –

the world can burn to the ground

I can build it from memory –

so I can finally know where Lara is.