SILHOUETTE LINES

In the land of darkness
we follow familiarity maps
stumble and fall
in undergrowth and nettle
wince in bedbug sting and
inconvenient truth
that does not count
in sunlit journeys;
 
And in days
of sunlight-splash
we partake bliss
-- the lesser versions --
in the augmenting
of in-our-face wisdom
that nudge out
the dimensions of the dull.

And in threshold light

the just-enough clash
with hardly-adequate
the misnamed and misbegotten
emerge from ignorance
rise above wisdom
and in glow-remnant
and night's tentative footfall
there's truth to gather, self to reclaim.

[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]

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