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Tuesday, September 5, 2017


Life presents questions
And I desire answers, give
Me keys to the mysteries

There is compulsion
A relentless drive to see
Truth, beauty, goodness

Cloistered and alone
Fists pounding in silent rage

Echo is silent
The forgotten muse retreats
In the muffled dark

In the womb of fear
Scratching images of hope
On the crumbling walls

Dust and confusion
Prometheus gave us fire
Its flame consumed us

Quickening spirits
Burning bright on lighted wings
Through the emerald gate

Questions and musings
Pathos and nihilism
Dog me down the way

The mysteries of life
Are not problems to be solved
But realities

To experience

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