But the comfortable path
Is not always the best path
Or the true path
So I try to remember
Keep exploring
Clouds and Islands darken
Hinting at the night to come
And the sleep
The long overdue sleep
Darkness welcomes
I love being
In a space bigger than I
Where I wade out into expanse
I the child
Dig down into the beach
Find the water
Swirl sand into slurry
Lift it out
Dripping from fingertips
Edges unaligned
Contexts out of reference
Colours unbalanced
In silence
I listen
In darkness
I find light
In mystery
I find insight
In questions
I find…
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Then cross them
To see what’s there
Or bring it here
And burn them
To keep what’s there
Away from here
To pick them now
Would be a sin
Though lovely vase
I’d put them in
No matter rooms
They’re brightening
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