driven by the dark side,
swaying back and forth,
is there a reprieve from this reverie?
here and back again into the deep.
hope to carry with promises to keep,
lest feel to give up in haste,
a body and mind diseased by cohesion,
to the discreteness of nature.
Myriad destinies; feels illusion like,
each one a force to reckon with,
where's the time for the higher,
when dwelling in the swamp is all there is.
cometh light from the blows that fall,
hard as they are, seek the strength to forebear,
shed the gown to uncover the truth,
fleeting; leaving a trail to follow.
may be enduring is a part of the game,
lead the march with fortitude and will,
dark shadows will reveal the object of love,
thy will be done when every other hath ended...
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