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Illumination

The quiet thunder of your heart

Beats blatantly, like Kerouac’s prose

In a coffee house filled with

Beat poets chatting up cool

Baristas and blathering on

About particles and evolution

Offering no solution but

Asking questions as only

Artists can do and drilling down

Below the surface —

Is this why we crave authenticity?

The audacity to believe in something

Higher than man’s base feelings

And wringing light into the

Darkest corners of the human soul —

Like dropping a candle into the

Black hole and expecting

Illumination