Vision, Thought and Silence

So I walked

Through thatch-eave shadows and firelight,

Past all those ne’er-do-wells and crippled ones,


My eyes were clouded…

Darkness and light fused in a halo

As the gloom pushing through the gloaming

Shattered a stillness.

Vision’s visage rippled

And a chaos cowl enfolded me;

Through the haze of dust and ashes

Death died and was reborn.

Yet through all of this

I could see different answers,

And future understanding lay

In the hand enfolding mine.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A sort of inspiration-inspired late night venture... imagistic mostly.

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