Sitting inside the darkness
I step out, where else but
Into the hall of shadows
Searching a God.
Being Gods, they
Separate from shadows
Step out into, what else but
Gardens of growing light
For only Gods can be Gods
Others, serf’s of ignorance & moral blight.
I step back into
where else but Shadows,
for I never left darkness
Shadows are what I see.
What is that I now know
Gods are distant
Suffused with light
And free.
[April 17th,2005Copyright]
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