in the midst of it's glorfying independence.
We cringe in its paradoxical beauty but confine ourselves to create
the thought that with this light comes new life and longer being.
With all vision lost and a mediocre tan upon our skins we cry with joy
because our suffering has caused us great happiness.
We rejoice, we pray, we speak, we give peace.
Silence.
Within the dark sorrow comes a light that will radify our meaning for true life.
We live, we die, we smile, we cry.
Silence.
Within dark sorrow is a compressed vision of what we should be, could be, can be, and want to be.
Patiently the souls that are condemmed amidify their commitence and croak for death once again.
Meagerly they forgive themselves and continue chasing the placid walls around them.
Silence.
Within the dark sorrow we see the light but refuse to proceed any farther,
forgiveness is granted and pleasure is obtained, quietly we sit awaiting the light to dissipate.
In the darkness I will stay.
Silence.
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