The Dulling Den
- By Omri Shabath
The Dulling Den obscures the inner eye,
Negates the will to wonder where or why;
Restrained I sat there, blind to cry and call,
Descrying only shadows on a wall.
When sudden gentle breeze unchained my mind,
My limbs were free to search and learn and find
The surge to truth. On top I gazed at fire
While prancing puppets shed their shades so dire.
I caught a glimpse of outer alien light
And ran towards it in suspense and fright.
My sight was dazed by clarity at first,
And then it fed my infant knowledge-thirst.
But this throughout my flight I failed to see:
Without you, imitation all would be.