Penumbrae

Faith bears witness          
in the dark aftermath;        
its presence edging outskirts        
         
Our plumed anxiety dissolved        
by wonderous Belief          
         
Already we've forgotten Its Omen          
resplendence returning          
hopeful within the firmament        
         
Sometimes there isn't a God        
unleashing the Kracken          
from the Great Spirit's rib cage        
to destroy relentlessly          
         
Sometimes the Universe          
tires of synchronizing Fate        
overlooked by fearful ignorance         
         
Sometimes Source itself says        
Enough of the obvious;    
     
Penumbrae        
         
Presses Its callused Will          
into a molasses mushroom;         
extinguishes Light          
         
in the absence of Balance, asks        
Now do you see Destiny?        
         
Spirits weary in Heart         
by potential loss, whisper          
         
c l e a r l y        
         
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