Nameless Names
By: Bryan Olson
This shadow reflects like sunlight on glass, the path that has opened up.
To defile such a wondrous gift dismisses the pure mist of emotion,
The sound penetrating curiosity only furthers my indulgence in the unknown.
Ever fleeting, perpetually moving, and constantly agitating my understanding of now.
Maps of a barren wasteland are all that I find,
Ghosts now lead the way to water.
Nameless names are given,
For I do not understand what I see.
Glowing flies in the darkness guide a path to destiny.
Grasping my stick of ash I aimlessly hunt for salvation,
Finding only the blossoming anguish of my endeavors.
Hope only rests in the eye of the dredges, below the surface of understanding.
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