"Oh a little PO-EM, how cute."

About two years ago I posted a po-em on here. It is funny to see where your subconscious will take you in two years. Here am i.

It’s a walk on a path,
It’s taken at night,
It’s guarded by ghosts,
It’s led by moonlight,
It’s taken alone,
It’s taken on sand,
It’s encircled by water,
It breaths on dry land,
It swallows up choice,
A gravitational pull,
It throbs out a pace,
A mute, seductive lull,
It lies below truth,
It draws from a day,
It sinks into dark,
It wisps you away,
It calls with demand,
It insists on defeat,
It swirls in your bones,
It turns up the heat,
It’s involuntary,
It’s shattering molds,
It taps like a hammer,
It slowly unfolds,
It unravels the logic,
It lures out of sight,
A mecca, a pilgrimage,
It’s taken at night.