Once one sees a purpose, she said,
There is no longer darkness.
Understanding
Is the best defense
Against the bad guy
She cannot learn without.
When the enlightened monster roars
She sees the light.
And what she'd never seen before
Makes everything else different.
Or maybe there is only
A different set of eyes
That sees with her what is
No longer familiar,
The strange as simulacrum
Between them, to share.
The lantern becomes a face
From a further dimension,
The palms a giant spider
That lives inside her mind,
Recording all she is
With knowing precision,
Just like she stares now at a flower,
Seeing a mirror.
This place is full of gaps
Like that,
The pretend that never ends,
The real that won't reveal.
Yet it feels like an evolution
Evens as it reverts again,
As if something witnessed is understood,
Teaching the universe something new.
