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The stars were silent, cold, and far, Just burning gas and ancient dust. I watched the flickering of a star And felt the hollow bite of rust— A world of gears, a clockwork play, Where atoms danced and then decayed. I walked through every sunless day, A ghost within a house I’d made.
The Weight of Nowhere
The logic was a sharpened blade That cut the "soul" away from bone. "We are but shadows in the shade," I told the dark, and stood alone. If all is chance and nothing more, Then why the ache? Why seek the light? I paced upon a shoreless floor And called it peace. I called it night.
The Fracturing
But then the silence grew a voice, A whisper in the crushing deep. It wasn't logic, wasn't choice, But something waking from a sleep. I saw a child, a leaf, a breath, A complex grace I couldn't name— A spark that defied the reach of death And put my empty cold to shame.
The Finding
I let the "self" begin to break, The ego's wall began to fall. I felt a thirst I couldn't slake Until I answered to the call. No longer lost in cosmic gray, Or drifting on a sea of "why," I found a Hand to lead the way Beneath a vastly different sky.
The gears still turn, the stars still burn, But now they sing a sacred theme. In every lesson I had to learn, I found the Weaver of the dream. Purpose is the pulse of things, And meaning is the bread I break; I’ve traded clipped and heavy wings For a soul that’s finally wide awake.
