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Web Developer and Analyst | Strategically Thinking About The Web
False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.
The sun collapses
Into itself, within dreams
Hope’s power calming
Cynicism’s dead
Devoid of joyous dreaming
Vanishes like mist
Upon the mind’s edge
The abyss makes some afraid.
Possibilities
I no longer fear the abyss,
Whether the cave of forbidden dreams
Or the anguish of unrequited love.
I gaze upon the emptiness
Inside of which remains the awareness of
Joyous hopes deep within the stillness.
Life unbroken and strong.