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intrigue

Do you see the light

Do you see the air spun cobwebs around your face

The ballerina mist at your feet

Setting the impossible to out grace pace

Their style above any knowledge human can gift

That God has created

 

And do you see the darkness

Against all hope of drifting away

Into its own hell

That balls into fists and clenches your wrists

In its ever tightening grip

Until suffocation is only a dream

And the real nightmare is the light itself

That seems too real to grasp

Once you accept that darkness

 

I see the grey in between

What fragile balance God has sprung

From dusk and dawn’s lofty view

Of eternity on Earth

I see the clouds that spray sunshine into faces

The breath of fresh air on a heated day

The gasping breath of the dying

Trying to hold on

Because they have been in darkness

And they are seeing the light

Too late to grasp

With their sheltered

Or hidden minds

 

I plunge my thoughts into that mist

And breathe through a closed mouth

Ignoring what feeble attempts there are

At swaying my truth

That life needs the darkness

To realize the light

That only God can gift

To those few believers

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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