Aequinoctium

Blinding light nearby

With the crashing of the waves,

The weight: too heavy

 

Which way do I look?

When all of the signs are wrong,

How can I be right?

 

Hark! angels don’t sing

And no voices from above

With no guide, no gods

 

Guide myself, I guess

Aimlessly, with direction

Towards that far shore?

 

I envision land,

without any map to view,

unknowingly sail

 

Reach for what bright stars?

If all shining stars faded

With their light, in reach

 

Broken telescope

sees no planets in deep space

But, naked eye can

 

There may not be light

At the exit of the cave,

but keep exploring

 

Search for your own light

Or embrace desolation

Think pax internum

This poem is about: 
Me

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