What is the light in the center of the darkness
in your soul. A royal radiance
or a fantasy like the way the full moon
comes up sometimes in the daytime?
Humans cannot endure such clarity.
We make statues, apply paint
and use words with hidden illusions.
When the eye turns to look somewhere else,
what does it see?
An east wind bringing infinitesimal dust
from the desert is the most I expect.
in your soul. A royal radiance
or a fantasy like the way the full moon
comes up sometimes in the daytime?
Humans cannot endure such clarity.
We make statues, apply paint
and use words with hidden illusions.
When the eye turns to look somewhere else,
what does it see?
An east wind bringing infinitesimal dust
from the desert is the most I expect.
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