Traveling Conspirators

 Why must I write what countless have told before?

To tell you dear one that your voice is in me and mine in you.

I have lost myself, given myself to pearls of poetry,

Maddened by what they say and gladdened by what they do not.

And you have come to gaze into the eye of the storm for a while,

My companion of madness.

Well watch me fall into this hollow ground

Planting my roots as they dig.

They may never find purchase or comfort

But they have found you and this is enough.

But why?

There is a pact we have formed.

Reader and writer,

Friend and ally.

You give me form and shape and I cherish you

For the act of your creation.

Stay with me a while, let us see where this road goes.

Your value is in you, inherent, much like being born breathing,

You are born with greatness, from the dying embers of stardust,

From the ashes of cities, you are the phoenix and I am your rider.

You will come to the words as much as destiny allows,

You will come here and give me form.

And I will be on your back as you fly into the skies to crumble to ash.

And I will wait in the eye of madness for your return.

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[Matthew Kult]

Madness, a good friend of mine, will lead you down paths that you may or may not enjoy. Either way, it should be a good time.

With love

Matthew