[Coup]

Going back. At last.

So you dig.
Dig for justification.
Dig for validation, understanding.
Digging to fill new wholes
With old dirt.
Digging for truth.

As fast as the shovel pivots
As fast as you can bear the exposure
Of how things really happened
Not how you interpret them now
But rather, of a downward momentum
Not just of the shovel, but of life's pull
Though both are striking the same plate
With an insatiable appetite to satisfy the urge
To know the absolute dexterity of truth.
You dig. You and shovel.

Except the shovel is sure of itself
It will spark as it clanks against time
Conversely, you will collide and fold in
Coil up as a double helix of what once was
Wrapping around the past with a sure complexity
And in the process a partnership is solidified
A cooperation forging a link to the past
Of steel networking its desire to function correctly
You of your questioning, explanations and motivations
As an organic body exercising it's right to inquire.

You discover quickly that what you dug up
Is easily arranged against what you thought
and what is,... was, is really not once was
But only an image of what you wanted it to be

You pick up the past and uncoil this information
You soon realize new uses of old trauma bases
Realize rungs of dead end roads, of bad choices
More insightful now than ever you point this up
Into the sky and climb on the burden of your
new way forward.

With a face like the sun