What was not so clear
Has given itself to some transparency
Sitting as if in daylight
Resigned helplessly
To your blindedness
You notice yourself
As if for the first time
But it’s comfortably familiar
This is fitting
And describable no less
You are a man
Intelligent but not the feature
Passionate is your name
You seek to taste beauty
Creating it is your great challenge
And great desire
Otherwise jolly
Recklessly optimistic
With a small problem
Your small problem?
Yes, there it is
A coal of cheerlessness
In your chest
Made from many pains
Irreparable if not for time
I believe you are capable
Of allowing time to unravel
this core to dissolve
diffusing into the ether
And finally
Create the beauty that brings joy
To the hearts of others,
I wish this.
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