A seeing poem by Jeff Hulett
We are drawn from our darkened slumber by the light.
Light brings the world to our eyes.
We are compelled to reveal untold darkness
by shining our light.
But our light is not always true, and darkness may resist.
That light does not help us see.
Sometimes our light alters what is hidden in the dark.
That light does not help us see.
Sometimes those with the light conceal what lies in the dark.
That light does not help us see.
It is the dark that hides untamed knowledge, eluding the light.
That light does not help us see.
It is the wise who draw out the known,
distilling truth from the light’s deceit.
In their hands, the light becomes a guide,
helping us begin to see.
Those unseduced by the fickle light
see deepest into the dark.
For it is in the darkness
that the truth, cloaked by light, is revealed.
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