the prism of life slowly scatters the light-
light which is illuminating,
light which still has traces of dark.
and then begins the endless quest
to go beyond the Invisible,
to know beyond the Unknown.
you push the limits in your innocent zest,
catapulting the birds of lucidity
until you see the screen behind the Mirror.
you see them knocking on forbidden doors,
the truth obscured by the clouds of sanity.
frightening is the withering mutation of beauty.
they walk with their camouflage jackets of love,
peace is just another dilapidated farmhouse,
and mercy bleeds, incapacitated.
your soul gets drenched in a hot sweat.
you roar. you shriek. you shiver. you moan.
fear envelopes you and you lie attenuated.
shackled by terror, your lips go white.
you cannot speak.
you cannot even cry.
for these tears are too heavy for gravity to pull away.
for reality now lies before you- naked, pure and pristine.
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