What bright future?

Attention flutters, focus drifts;
I am both here and now,
Sensing the presence of the cross within,
and yet, some part of me is also outside,
dancing in the light,
darting in and out of the shadows.
Within there's the illusion of control, direction;
perceived boundaries,
mirrors to compensate
for my reluctance to turn and look back --
but -- inevitably -- blind spots live
where I'm still trying to hold things together,
preserve the illusion of separate, alone.
What bright future I've not yet met
lurks beyond those darkened edges?


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