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There are those who choose to see
and those who don't

For we who with eyes
clouded as they are
can see the hearts
shatter in the chests...
can almost taste the blood...
can nearly take the hands of the drowning
yet the final reach is not for us to make...

the scent of the dead is the stone we carry

Hurl the prayers into a sea of mercy
whose hand holds back the vista of truth
which if we were to see
in all its wrath
would rip the pulse from our hearts

For there is a war
unseen by human eyes
and left for the angels to wage

the thunder of consuming waves
only an echo and smoke
of a fire hidden by Grace
but which in the end
will make the way
for the light that endures

when the dark mirror cracks

K. Rolly

foto joel-peter witkin