Not vanished, not vanquished,But vivified in vision
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
2 days ago
ETERNAL EFFULGENCE
What if I were to sleep,
Not as a shadow fades, but as a candle consuming itself,
Flickering fiercely, faltering yet fearless,
Dim yet dazzling, a whisper of war against the indifferent dark?
Would the world remember me,
Or only feel the tremor of my trembling light,
The sting of sweet honey pressed into night,
Where longing lingers and time forgets to forgive?
Let my ashes articulate the air,
Dancing in dawn’s delicate deception,
Sowing whispers in the cracks of concrete,
That light is never lost, merely liquefied,
Morphed, multiplied,
An echo enduring, embedding itself in marrow, in memory, in myth.
Even in the interminable hush of endless sleep,
I remain relentless,
Resonating in hearts that dare to dream,
In deeds that defy the dull drum of days,
In laughter that lingers long after lips have sealed their sorrow.
I am the flame that flickers in fractured minds,
The question that quivers quietly in corners unseen,
The hammer of thought that hammers hope into hollow halls,
A presence, paradoxical and persistent,
Not vanished, not vanquished,
But vivified in vision,
A blaze that breaks the borders of the body,
Stretching across centuries, syllables, sighs, and skies.
So when night gnaws, and the world whispers its weary refrain,
Know that I am there,
Not in shape, not in shadow,
But in the eternal effulgence,
In the alchemy of anguish and awe,
In the lingering ache that makes them ponder,
That makes them pause,
That reminds them, light, once born, never truly dies.
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