Give Us a Sign

You can't bear to see it,
white against white, abyss
in deep, swirling fog,

the self in myth.

The purpose of illusion,
its nature to deceive, leading
light into unexpected

darkness is departure;

this life moving towards
self-less absorption.

For what other reason does
moon clutched desperately
by night endure its unending


1 comment:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

Oh. ...the self in myth

...self-less absorbtion

my ongoing attempt to attain