My Cave

fastened to the ground, with feet and hands tied, the objects i was watching were, not the plain simple silhouetted images, thrown on the partially fallen mud wall, in Plato’s cave but gaudily colorful quickly revolving images on the vast screen the images, were overwhelming, dazzling, blinding my eyes the air in a cave should stand still, stuffy and heavy, even merancholic; this cave was different, it was filled with inharmonious bursting sounds, enough to tear the eardrums to pieces in the dilemma of the cave, i cannot sit still and listen, or watch all these complications, so i broke the chains and rushed out from the cave to see the world outside i never saw lo and behold! everything in nature embraces one another it becomes a one huge boundless unit but not a wholeness in one accord all are mingled as one in the darkness of a sunless sky, black is the darkness before the sun, before its time to rise from the other side of a deeply sunken horizon, waiting, though useless, a day calls, a tomorrow yet to come