Echoes
I sit in a dungeon
of dusty manuscripts-
(so little light, so much knowledge)
and I have turned to review
the years spent in hellish waiting-
pondering my reluctance to escape
needing desperately to leap beyond
the pseudo-boundaries placed here
by my own psyche
Fear?
You walk between the shadows-
the finite/material and the
infinite/spirit (ual)
often, mediocre days of enduring
and isolation
but-
the plastic smile works well,
fools many- even you?
Sometimes...
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