Psyche Delectus: Bee He Moth

Giving chase as the light leaves,
The old trails grow thick with shadows.

Only the new knows the way,

but trust is hard to come by in the half light.
Doubt crystallizes into obstruction

until only the mundane remains.

The old game is dead.

My hands shake as I let it go.
I am told that the new path leads within.

I sit with task at hand and close my eyes.

The road opens into brilliant light. 

 

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