untacit

Neat, orderly, well known paths.  Not well known, simply extensions of self.  Ethereal, lengthy, monofilament, precise and solid in spite of composition, binding them together. Thought, senses, unneeded, unused, ramparts coordinate with actions, unified, no need, indeed unable, to trace circuitous journey.

Nonself, yet within, trespasses.  Unable to perceive the transgression, uncapable, beyond imagining. Interruption, disconnection, gaps and breaks.

Tacit betrays. Reaction impeded. Fabric unravels with self bound by threads, uncomprehending. Implicit memory, well trained, blunders, collides. Recovery? Reforge, create, remould. No mould, nothing to model, no castings. Terror; virgin, empty void. 

Twisted, useless wreckage. Colossus, antiquity, artifact. A pattern yet remains. Nothing is truly new. Paths must be. Tacit betrays. Paths are not paths. Stagger, collide, vast panoply welded in place of gentle digits injure and maim.  

Care, thought, cogitation. Deliberation and agony in the stead of reckless passion. Tacit betrays. Paths are, are not. Seamless running together. Known, unknown, blending.

Tacit betrays.