Letter From Terra

(The following poem was originally written in December 2022)

My friend,

Hear these words as they fall
From golden fingertips
Upon the mashed and pulp-ed bark
That paints our thought on page’s script.

I write to you these feelings that
Cannot be known nor felt nor thought
But echo so within my soul
For Truth I did not know I sought.

I feel as if I am changing now
But I have changed many times before.

I feel the rhythm of travel approaching.
A trip I am embarking on,
Leaving something behind forever.
But where I’m going cannot be known
Until I am already gone.

I feel the impending Doom approaching
Though it is not the destructive term.
Instead I know Doom as Destiny.
As Fate, as my Necessity, and
She comes now as required.

I am here; I have been there.
I am now.
I am arriving.

But where am I and
Where are you?
The time is nigh,
We are reviving.

- Terra