But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
I demand
You deny
I beg
You withhold
I am quiet
You listen
I am still
You approach
possibility
options
choices
consequence
that is life
it can be difficult
to find the branches
which lead to the light
In that way
Love is as pure as light
As powerful as gravity
As infinite as time and space
White hot
Without heat
And it purred
The way
A dragster purrs
Waiting
For the glove
To drop
A lattice
Of light
Into which
My darkness
Falls
Heavier than water
Lighter than sand
Carried by forces
Greater than they
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