Joshua R. C. Hernandez
Dark clouds shadow the truth I wish to find
The introspection of recollection fretters nothing but time
in the vast expanse of correlation I find nothing but a rhyme
Where reality and subjectivity induce frivolity sublime
My thoughts search for foundation,
Where is truth among the lies?
I find light in dark places,
I grasp for pieces larger than a mustard seed,
And find a redwood tree that halts my plea
For faith in the unseen.
Dreams turn into visions, then miracles…
Stop there! Preserve the fragility of my paradigm.
In the forrest of evidence ...