Guise of Spirit Guide.

Some emerge from your light saved.

Most get sent home mad;

eating their minds

trying to piece together the guru.

Trying to preserve his precious silence

in the pollution of all the lies.

 

So you’re the cure

for heartbreakingly inadequate fathers everywhere.

Nobody need meet you at all.

Nobody should.

 

You are light and shadow wide and bright

We are staring at our own eyeballs blinkless

Waiting to see something good.

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