Gauntlet of Illusions
By Rambler
You've run the gauntlet, I can tell Tis etched into your visage well You bear the unmistakable air Of one who's learned to gauge his care By substance alone, while shadow you shun The gauntlet of illusions you've run Of which a multitude has no notion From torture to torture, perpetual motion Their course redundant and mercilessly long Compelled by a monotone siren's song Toward illusions existing only in mind A singular affliction of the willfully blind But you grew weary of futility's diet And a heart foreign to peace and quiet You struck out on a different path Not heavily traveled, but clearly mapped And now that your vision has sufficiently cleared You read the signs you formerly feared That point to reality and fullness of meaning No more gauntlet, no more gleaning Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:00 AM PST, Bruce Newman 0 • 12
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"You've run the gauntlet, I can tell..."