Dawn
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I gaze
through gossamer curtain’s fall
at a mirrored reflection
in a waking dream
hallucination
of a polarized reality
dual worlds
close enough to touch
through which truth
stumbles blind
beyond reach
walking as a wraith
moving in these worlds
captive to the bonewhite lie
implicit in the toxic grin
of inflexible conformity
lethal tradition
revered in mindless trance
change
shackled to the stone of fear
a grip rough as rope
change
bound
at the shadowed edge
of dark and light
ignorance and knowledge
change
beckon the dawn
summon the morn
there is far to go
and much to learn
rising from this night
someone needs release the light
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rob kistner © 2008