The Demon Believes
The demon believes
that beneath my joy
there burns a secret desire
for the soul
so long deceased
and in the stillness
he strives
to persuade The demon believes
me to drink of the truth
that is his blood
shed for me
that I might know
the depth of his compassion
but I do not mourn
the passing of myself
as he conceives
indeed
I recall its weight
having lost the power to elevate the flesh
and my sudden determination
inspired by the stream’s call to lightness
to cast it into the water
now I sense it
on occasion
through an image
as the breeze
touches the river’s surface
and the colors gently fracture
or the sunlight suggests
the curve of a fish
smooth
illuminated shimmering
for an instant
in motion as it turns
to seek the shadows
and a subtle warmth
takes possession
of my emptiness
and I am glad
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