A vista changed, lit with flickering flames,
Arises unbidden. Usurping space I’d sold
To toil through dead men’s thoughts. In search of Truth.
Was I vain to search for Truth in Reason?
A fool, no doubt. To tend a soul demands
A minds subordination to heart.
If consumed in flame, emits the vibe,
Of indignant rage; desist. Instead elect
to take my place, to stand in mine own shoes.
And find, in fire, the heat that cracks through frost.
That reaches deep to thaw the steadfast seed
From fertile ground. Within, hope springs eternal.