BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE

Alone, in the midst of the world, sick with worry, I orient myself.

And I live in the midst of others within circles of solitude, while in my core I find and absorb each answer. And the universe that inspires, and passing through me it brings torment, pain, happiness, the good and the bad, the black and the white, and in between the rest of it.

Among the dormant souls, and those suspended in the eternal uncertainty of that journey, between doing good and doing evil, between the black and the white, I cover my route that is for all purgatory, the Apocalypse.

As a chronicler of my time I narrate, and the soul, which is a sifter for the pain, filters each thing.

Through the strainer, only small molecules should survive, but they don’t cause fear.

Resilience helps me to conquer the ford without drowning, the promontory without stopping, nightfall.

And I see lights.