Friday, February 4, 2022


Without question, 
it's a relief 

to close your eyes 
and just see nothing—

briefly, to blockade the lies 
and tragedies 
and griefs.

But after a while, 
does that blackness 
not turn cancerous—

does the heightened bliss 
of ignorance 

not prolapse 
into a hell? 

And after too long,
have you noticed 
the extent to which 

to suddenly unlid them 
and see plainly all
the faults in men—

to penetrate deep 
into their misfortunes
and greet those familiar 
demons again—

provides the most sanctified 
kind of salvation 

your wavering 
soul is yet likely 
to find?