What is powerful? History, you might say,
or emotions that wound it. Decide upon
the beauty of your poison; I have chosen mine.
Nightly, like a woven pearl, the grain is changed
to sheets of light, the truth is hidden there;
hunted for so long, we wonder what it means.
So many, many. Noble, striving, poisoned, pining,
burdened. Object: lesson. Reward: our waiting.
You've fought for illumination elegantly, now-
everything but the winner.