The Question & Other Thoughts: Poetry


And so the world slept on,
Unware and blissfully unmoved
The thing called Hope noticed
That nothing existed inside the
Darkness save a shaft of light
That stretched in a circle
towards infinity
~
 He turned to me 
when I asked
The Question,
startled by the 
utterance of knowledge

In Truth,
in Honor,
I asked him if he
knew where the doorway
was hidden


“Of course I do,” he said
jovially, "but I won't tell you."

And then the sneer rose
in his eyes as he told me,
“You are after all a woman.”
~
There are 
secrets in verse

This is why
the hallways are guarded
by librarians whose
love of books
weighs more than
their love of ambition
~
If you are worthy,
Then the veils are lifted
From your eyes

You will spy entire
Eras in the architecture
Of a building,

You will come to know
that every interaction
Is but a reflection
of knowledge you
already possess

To be both 
awake and aware
requires that you
Know thyself
through and though
 ~
As time slows for me,
As emotions run through
the sifter are 
at last understood,
I realize life again
beyond the shades of death
and nuance and 
everything in between...

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