It is the needful heart
that finds art in darkness
without need of light, a power of sight
and unerring perception
words make sheer cover
the inner voice, ceaseless in life
assures outer self of inner truth
and resolves the eternal mystery
of existence, and not- for truly we know neither;
we accept what we cannot change.
The ways we speak is knowing,
and its silence is something we cannot
for within us is the constant fire
and it is we...the undeniable- we
that make the filament of the flame...
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