Mystery

In the face of mystery
I steady the candle
It's light, all but obliterated
but indistinguishable in my hand.

In the face of darkness
my old self is drawn to drown
to be swallowed by the gulf, the vat, the sea.

But I can't go out anymore.
My knees knock the door jamb.
My hips won't fit.
This room is dark enough for me..

My center shifts
to neutral
The blackness around me.
My circle wills, unpermeated.

How come's cease
What if's proceed
The creative loins of the tigress respond, stretch, moan.

I see a path
I have never seen.

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