I keep going back
to the elephant in
the dark,
seeing deeply the
universal tent
bedimmed and the
elephant ubiquitous;
not as a revelation
but the truth of
ignorance,
getting a whiff of
it, seeing
my fingers blindly
grope
while the promise of
me
standing eagle-eyed in
some golden dawn
is just as
false. This dark narrowness
cannot be relieved,
escaped or removed
without destroying
the tent,
the elephant and
just who I am.
O child of God,
darkness is not answered
by seeing through
your fingers.
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