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“Love is not consolation. It is Light”. Friedrich Nietzsche
The Possibility Of Now
The room weighed heavy upon me,
ingots of emotion crowding in,
leaden lumps of raw feeling
of approaching the precipice
and seeing nothing beyond,
but riveted to myself alone
I stood still in the moment,
I had thought this space
had possessed every virtue,
it was contained in my thoughts,
my words were testimony
and heaven bound
longing for places that were
in my words so dreamed,
but nothing was so,
only resistance in the stillness
until, until the very chance
my eyes were lighted,
a sliver of glow,
hope’s beacon
in the possibility of now.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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