rage against the cycle

Here in the endless mystery of the day
There is a night
A dark night of the soul
A cave of wonders none wish to behold
Out of fear of their truth
To self
Others are outside of our
Grasping at straws to 
Control the fire of the
Rage against the cycle of
Addiction to the feeling of
Life & light & spice of life
How do we know & when can
I sqy no to this grasping
Self, these desires that
entrap with promise to escape
Yet deeper the trench &
More profound the grave &
Darker the cave if I
choose to remain trapped by
it, in it, it can be & I can 
be elsewhere, free.

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