There where you see
The sun crest on the hill...
Wavering horizon
That day in Helicon
Zeus appears to Ariadne and said
'Seek, that being unsure in faith
Faith you shall find.
Leave threads of kindness
The whereabouts of which
People treading will be reminded
Of kindness' gift
To lead toward the light.
Souls forever anguished
Never find the way
Yet oblivion has in itself
The hope of light within it
And it is hope's steady
Determination to emerge, -
Seek, seek, seek, -
That distinguishes the human condition
From those of fellow beasts'.
Fallen man fell on the day
Of his perception
Turning in, as one does,
Who, preoccupied with his own reflection
Seeks to build castles, to frame
His image... on water
A good photographer knows
The framing is the soul-light
And not the only picture
That can be made
Nor identified as man's endeavour.
Fallen angels find a way
To ascend in to the sky
Your own case; doubt.
Stilled fear, are those of Hemingway
Still you thought you'd lost
But having completed
The circuit
Left by the trails of crumbs,
The kindness left by Ariadne,
The circuit of the Stag!
I proclaim you man.
Of his perception
Turning in, as one does,
Who, preoccupied with his own reflection
Seeks to build castles, to frame
His image... on water
A good photographer knows
The framing is the soul-light
And not the only picture
That can be made
Nor identified as man's endeavour.
Fallen angels find a way
To ascend in to the sky
Your own case; doubt.
Stilled fear, are those of Hemingway
Still you thought you'd lost
But having completed
The circuit
Left by the trails of crumbs,
The kindness left by Ariadne,
The circuit of the Stag!
I proclaim you man.
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