The Matrix
Ego seeks grandeur,
as soul does censure.
Darkness veils darkness,
stifling consciousness.
Love employs no force,
to cleanse fissures coarse,
so light pays penance,
deepening suspense.
How long will we wait
to walk through heart’s gate,
becoming the light,
shining within bright?
05-April-2022
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