It appears I alone hear
The drop of tears on the conscience
It appears I alone see
The magic of the lamp in my mind
But why then I see only darkness
If light be signature of the lamp.
It appears many doors have opened
Unfolding worlds beyond my understanding
But because I see, I feel
Then allow that moment to pass
Belief to be suspended
New knowledge to sip
At the fountain of iridescent light;
Colors take my fancy,
Meanings change, float clear, settle
But disappear once I regain realms of earth.
It appears I am not really alone
I am not I, but different personae
Frozen in the capsule of the mind
A thought that may not truly be mine.
Copyright Baru Gobira