on the importance of being difficult

I am cocooned in difficulty
and I do not want love that isn't Wrapped.
I go where action is demanded. a chiseling, a call to bridge difference
(Not to enclose, not to fuse separation. the call isn't to enmesh)

And, on cue--
the offer: To trample, mangle, desecrate what mythologies, imageries, are shared through revelation between
the offer: yielding to Convenience
Always, the passive yielding to Other (in)Action.
how enticing! when one dwells in cowardice, in the lack.

so when we toil, using our bare hands to dig into the earth, into our guts,
to re-find Truth, to glimpse god in mud --
to unearth understanding which pre-dates us,
that we labor to resuscitate, like a lost tongue--
(our missing muscle we didn't recognize as missing except in (re)union) --
like the dream you've dreamt for the first time and a thousand times before, in the same instance:
Here we Know, in whatever aloneness we are condemned to, we share Language, symbol, reawakened and washed
that we have equipped through true Action.
Words are not static. Language is not a monolith--
When we Declare, we mean!
See: the visages of the accumulations of our devastations, of our errors, and impulses. what we have turned towards always and not away from -- our fantasies, ecstasies actualized in urgency -- in Truth

And Here, the craven, the frayed and fraying, unravel
then, picking up their trailing threads, they steal (with intent to replicate) these freshly resurrected, washed symbols,
Off into the night and into the Next, they go, these mimics of beauty

The true summoning: anti-yielding, A Forging
we answer