Rampaging through memory's darkened clouds, looking
for light to follow and lead us through life-
immersing circumstances.
Allowing no time for hesitant replies, deciding in
a moment, which direction to take to become a
tantamount ideal on earth.
Wherever fate takes anyone, they become tangled in
momentary circumstances usually not understanding
what has happened to bring them there.
Realizing wonder dies at hands of lily-white images,
we throw ourselves onto dungeon's piles of the dead.
With no where else to go or turn, sliding interiorly
to an unheard destination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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