crouching
in the deepest crevasse
of consciousness
yet so very near
as to shudder
all awareness
to the core

tentacles of fear
creep
searching for purchase
holds
on power
the way to will

again the darkness
bleeds
a stain upon the body
a pox into the mind

as the wondering spirit
tending not
to the gentle tasks
of love

as the greatest force of the universe
falls flat
disused
unpracticed

as wisdom itself
gives way
distracted
polluted

a foul hatred
is born
and waits patiently
in the shadows

for the will
again the darkness

will again

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m