Gray Purity - Poem by Becky Oatway
It is not matter...
What is verified in deception
You falsify in truth.
Demystification lies as a fault,
Unable to withstand your quaking courage.
Do not fear the subtleties of this world,
But fear the brutal realities that do not
'Guise themselves in your presence.
See what your eyes are watching now...
Are you bewitched
By what you cannot comprehend?
That which begs itself to be recognized
Is never worth the realization.
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