Hidden Host

A gate, an elaborate indication of where I want to be.

My desire to walk by…equal to the wanting to turn back…and, run.

If I enter seeking fortune…all my fears would remain guarded.

To keep moving, strife is as inevitable as, red hawks above and turbulent waters…below.

Beyond the barricade…creation wins.

I cannot stop at the elaboration of a hiding, host.

Mantled mysteries do not lay within the state…I am in.