Seeing

Blinded by uncertainty

Carving half truths

Out of ephemeral

Fickle

Light

 

Seeing it clearly

Or at least you think you do,

Perhaps these are half shadows

Of that ever fickle

Truth?

 

Dreaming,

groping in the dark

You brush against the future

Then wake suddenly in the half light

Paralysed.

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