Blinding light nearby

With the crashing of the waves,

The weight: too heavy


Which way do I look?

When all of the signs are wrong,

How can I be right?


Hark! angels don’t sing

And no voices from above

With no guide, no gods


Guide myself, I guess

Aimlessly, with direction

Towards that far shore?


I envision land,

without any map to view,

unknowingly sail


Reach for what bright stars?

If all shining stars faded

With their light, in reach


Broken telescope

sees no planets in deep space

But, naked eye can


There may not be light

At the exit of the cave,

but keep exploring


Search for your own light

Or embrace desolation

Think pax internum

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