The Spear and the Chestplate

What am I to do? What can I do, and what should I do? What are the tools and plans to forge a vessel to sail to my goal, and are the plans, the tools, the task in my grasp? I ask you, I come to you, on my knees for I am exhausted of prowess placebo and improvised insight. I don’t know what to do because I have come across a puzzle, I fear, that has figured me out, a puzzle that knows all my limits and patterns and conditions, and has mastered me. I don’t know who has control over who, but any control I would have has is on his knees begging you for aide. My trial is to the cycle, to break the never-ending cycle that graces me on occasion. A foul force pecks and pecks at the armor, until the armor breaks. The pecking does not rest, though I wish it would and think it should rest. Through the ages, the armor incarnate strengthens itself and surpasses its father. Stone, Bronze, Iron, Steel, and son of steel. The armor becomes stronger, but the pecking never falters. The stronger armor can last longer, but the pecking never squanders. The pecking is of a bird of a flock not of this world. I do not insult, or at least do not intend to insult the pecking. Logically, the armor, which I know is of this world, has limits and though it can always evolve to surpass the previous prerequisites, the limits just get tougher, the tower just gets taller. The pecking doesn’t have or hasn’t shown a weakness in all it’s time, all my time. I say “or it hasn’t shown a weakness” because I don’t know the pecking’s secret’s, so I try to flip a gleamed guinea of hope into a hopefully not bottomless well. I am only trying to make light of this situation, so forgive me if I am trying to make light out of dark. Who does the pecking trace back to? What great flame forged the pecking’s unwavering resolution? When and where was pecking required, aggravated? Why does the pecking keep coming? Who, What, When, Where, and Why, the four directions and center of man’s compass as he sails through mare mystery. How does the cycle end? Can it end? Should it end? Ah, and now I’m back to the beginning again, another perplexing cycle. For the cycle of the pecking and the armor to stop, either the armor cannot break or the pecking must stop. These are two nicks in the cycle I see. The armor never breaking is very daunting to me because I don’t know if and how the armor can achieve this form. What would the armor have to endure? The armor can strengthen, but it only strengthens so much. Would the armor have to go through an eternity of rebirth to attain this form? How tall would the tower have to be? The other route at this fork is to stop the pecking, but how is that done? Can it be done? Hmph…Should it be done? As my keys manifest racing thoughts, as I possibly inch closer to breaking one cycle, another cycle inches its way to reality. Perhaps cycles in their entirety are inevitable, but each cycle is made of links, no matter how many or how few, how large or how small, how thick or how thin, those links are the cycle’s strength as well as its weakness. As for the cycle I had in mind, the only two options I see are forging the everlasting or stopping the everlasting. Daunting choices. These options to break the binding links, on their own, are binding links in themselves, which chain me down from breaking the links of the cycle. So I ask, you who are safe from this cycle’s tempest. What Can I do? What Should I do?   

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Unwrapped

Bishop's Hat

To Brooklyn Heights

Keep Going

Keep going

You’re almost there

It’s just sliding, how hard can it be?

You’re not even

Doing

Any work

It’s the car that moves

And the clouds that

Sneezed you out

We’ve done everything for you

Just do

What you’re meant to

Don’t nourish a flower

Or be the first drip

On a child’s nose

And don’t even

Nuzzle with the grass

Just

Slide across the

Glass floor of

Our dreams

You can at least

Follow the plan

Can’t you?