When light is filtered
As it flickers assult driven
senses with black and white precision  and all that is left
is the right way to see the path
when all the wrong ways creep feral against the shadows

All the rocks and roots I trip against with my words and actions
In life are easily conquered
out here even as the light 
plays with my confedence
I am whole

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