If I were blind, I could see,
Much has lost, humanity,
Shrinking commerce, shrinking souls,
What will be left, a begging bowl?
Relentless thinking, wondering why,
To have been left so high and dry,
Loyalty gone holds favor no more,
It cost too much yet gains no score.
Pain so deep one cannot think,
Deep in abyss and also drink,
Rise above to pay the bills,
Sea-green foam laps daffodils.

On steps again of joy I go,
To suffer many more a blow,
World ego has a nesting place,
A mask inside a smiling face.
Altered states shelter real life,
Curtained by blameless woes and strife,
Ebony shadows boast at every turn,
Skin and heart flame and burn,
Bent ambitions not yet seen,
Supplanted dreams behind what’s been.

Facade now lifts, fissures swell,
Pupils brighten, ring songs of bell,
Brilliance splayed for all to see,
There is still left, Divinity.

Your thoughts are warmly welcomed

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