Through the Mire

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Writing in the dark

I see

inside my mind

a hallway leading to

conduits of thought.

.

In the dark I see

clarity.

Undaunted revelations

leading past my want…

past my need.

.

Writing in the dark

I see

out through the mire of

too much, too fast, my

glaring imperfections.

.

Into the mire of

light

I have no chance to think

past the distractions

to make sense

of it all

.