So little is understood
in this little world of mine.
With me, and all others, perhaps—
the secrets are to be found.
Or, lost forever in the void . . .
(the truth is a bit of both).
It comes with small rays
of shining brilliance—
a beautiful face, a moral epiphany,
all a step closer
to that final existence . . .
(which can surely wait).
No comments:
Post a Comment