Further Still


more than the desolation and anguish
further than you can envision
its hard to see past the darkness of your own indecision

only brought down by expectations
in reverence of your desire
what does it take to open your oculus
this i must inquire

a slight vestige at lucid thought
and you might derive what was once confounded
attaining new heights of discernment
your course evidently unbounded.

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