Dawn

 

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