concave refleXions





the temple of Zolom remained a mystery to me.
desperately did i try
to discern its meaning,
yet it always confused,
impeded,
impaired
my line of thought
to the point of utter exhaustion,
withered and dehydrated
in the midst of blindness.
never.
not once did i realize
that the true
focal point
resided within myself.
only from there could a reflection be perceived.




---sebastian