In the darkened light, I write
in the time between the plights I find my sight
I find sometimes I wonder beyond time,
and look beyond the what which is in the wayward day.
I look back and see that there is loss inside that place once shone
but the light of tomorrow that those ones once held…
is no longer a shining star in my heart of hearts.
And I write…
I fill my days with analytical ponderances that fill my heart with hope of you.
You, my unseen unknown multitudes of faithless wonderers,
wandering in a fretless forlorn falsity of fettered faith.
You who don’t see the pain in my heart
You who can’t feel the somber tears on my cheek as I watch the world diminish of wishing
You who don’t know… can’t see
So I write…
I spend my days looking past the you
Looking inside the you
Living with the knowledge of the morrow, in the marrow of the life in-between
So I search for the answers, and I find the light shines so much brighter in the in within the in-between
In solitude I understand the One…
I need no other to make me One…
I am One inside a shell-less shell,
less shelled of a unsheathed shell
shelled in a world of selfless self
less selfless than a selfish wish of a shelled existence
One inside the many
opened up behind the weary
underneath the sacred sheath of this fleshy flesh
I find this self is less selfish than the selfish shelled existence in the wished wish of selfish bliss
Something is more to come
I feel it
It stands out stronger than the face of a nation
It makes me humble in the light of salvation
We are worthy of tomorrow…
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