at nine
or there around
the weight of things
makes itself known

truth sets free
but only when told

truth waiting to be told
enslaves and holds down

i'm confronted with the arrogance of my question
"what did i do to deserve all this?"

bring me back to simple
to the land of motives that aren't pure or impure
because motives don't exist in that place

release from me
the weight of things