Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Voyeur of the Inward

The process of going from knowing
All there is to know
To knowing nothing
Begins with the decision
To only be oneself.

And if the waves are calm
Still they tell of an external war
Hidden out of view,
Beyond the convoy of glistening ships,

Something marked, for here, now,
In bas relief, a drama,
Melpomene rising in the flaw
To right a wrong committed against all,
The sides impervious at the gate.