while trying to undo the puzzles
that rampage before his bleary eyes
whose vision is blurred by liquid salt
and muffled anguish that tries to break loose.
He watches the clock tick and tock
and measure his existence suspended in space
his thoughts wander into elsewhere
running from grim images from the past and back
that haunt him like mad with eyes ablaze.
But he unsheathes the sword of moral indignation
and finds in the abyss of his own soul
the infinite light basking in all its glory
as he charge relentlessly like a roaring lion
and ready to fight all to his King.
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| (Google image: Painting by Michael Whelan...surreal!) |
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