Draped In The Robes Of Now

Here is great.
Warm and cosy
yet it is unbearable.
These robes are unwearable
for in an instant of time
they fit us
but are now not fit for purpose.
For who can run
in the robes of the clan
from which he fees forward.

These robes birthed a new spirit.

One in which we inherit
more than we cold bear.
More than we could desire.

It tears

at us from the inside
And now we can no longer abide
in these robes.
Or the throws of this moment.
Here is great.

But THERE is more.