there is no escape

you can't escape 

if you take yourself with you.

everything you thought as baggage 

is still you.

you can change all you want 

but all of those props are still extensions 

of you.

you initiated, you approved, 

and you brought them along.

you brought your old world 

hidden as impressions

even if in high contrast to now. 

they are still the comparative truth 

that binds you.

all of change is on the same map,

just new and novel locations 

to become familiar with,

in contrast to but perceived 

in the same old way.

if you walk a new road 

but in the same old gait

with the same set of eyes 

and sensory contributions,

then no escape just high contrast 

with sensory familiarity 

in the same old way.

any escape of substance 

requires a transcendent source point 

from within,

registry of a deeper nature,

and a value terrain that is the landscape 

of soul,

where sense of spirit is the worthy traveler.

even the concept of escape is silly.

like the reward would ultimately be

a high contrast to your overwhelming past?

no, no contrast connection 

to be in the reveal.

this is not a memory-served revisitation.

this is embrace, going forward

as expansion and not as replacement.

the past atrophies away 

as the present is embraced.

the sense of time and the feel 

for space are all altered.

time is dreamy to start 

and space is floaty to be in,

as if dream substance actually exists.

what will become known as familiar 

is actually a self sense at a larger scale

of lifetimes in composition,

in depth, in what appears to be as recall.

the feel is much more 

of the narrative mindfully.

the sense of self is in motion, 

almost cellularly. 

the concept of change seems 

too simplistic to apply.

you're being reborn, 

every second going forward.

the sense of marvel gives way to drawnness.

you are compelled to be 

and that 'be' takes you

as you become yourself, anew.

familiar features next moments, spontaneously.

the magic comes out of you, in response.

aliveness is the complete surround.

everything is integral 

and fluid in the commune. 

you actually didn't really want escape

but you did want drawnness to happen.

hard to call that out

when drivenness is maddening 

and in overwhelm.

the whole adventure 

has no replacement storyline.

everything happening is additive 

in the consume.

what was linearly thought 

is now holographically present. 

no words come forth, 

no say explains or justifies.

just beaming, with maybe a slow burn 

of radiance cast forth.

escape was just lip-service self administered.

but the longing declared was for real.

and maybe real is itself the journey, 

disguised as revelation . . .