The poet is a witness to the world's sorrows.
He begins with small, everyday particulars
And often anticipates our bleak tomorrows.
Behind frozen, social masks, he perceives the scars.
He names the profound darkness that others decide
To hide in the vain pursuit of progress. He strives
To find Truth's fragile light that all blackened lies try
To extinguish. He knows one day he will arrive
At his final destination, and all things will
Unfold before his rapt eyes, as clear as crystal.
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