release

I released myself as I am.

I recognized a younger self and released him too.

that recognition led to a series of selves all in a row.
I released them too.

They stood in a row with their idols and friends.

Little Stephen and the Beatles in dark suits in a dusty sound studio.

I released them.

Richard Nixon, Tiny Tim and Bob Marley all lined up for release.
All part of the same whole sonship ready to release their hold on the reins of separate achievement.

I released them all.

What I am left with is nothing.

What I have gained is nothing.

What I am is something else.