My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
The light
It hurt too much
I saw too much
I felt too much
Darkness was cool
Darkness was painless
Darkness was sightless
Darkness was easy
Then I turn forward
Take the next step
With a clearer vision
Of the trials and adventures
The path ahead promises
He is a shadow
That is his essence
It surprised me
That I admired him
For his perseverance
For his tenacity
For his will to exist
For his endurance
I close my eyes
Breathe, consciously
And bring up an image
Of tranquility
A memory
A fantasy
A painting
A scene
Hold that in my mind
Breathing in
Breathing out
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight
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