The Curious One (An Excerpt)
To know the thrills of love don’t let your heart’s scars become chains.
An ambient light’s flicker keeps the soft pulse of darkness beating at night;
It shines from your study, flaring higher as each page turns in your mind;
In pursuit of true wisdom, you torch both wax ends of joy and despair;
Alone in the madness, your morbid longings and dark secrets lay bare.
No one can miss your devilish wish to be enlightened and all-knowing;
But those who truly know knowing know there to be no total knowing;
Knowledge persists as inexhaustible, immortal, unbound, and undying;
You know this, of course, but infinity’s hurdle is one you’ll die climbing.
Under what stars endure, our whole waking world sits alone in the dark;
Natural order’s chaos in symmetry leaves us all with holes in our hearts;
Those blind to the heartache and misery pump blood that’s gone rotten;
To know the divine is to know well the darkness they’ve all but forgotten.
As Acheronian undercurrents surge through the psyche’s river of self;
The curious one stands at the edges, under wicked twilight itself;
Resilience heals only scars you deem worthy when night turns to day;
To know the thrills of love, don’t let your heart’s scars become chains.
