Reason's Voice

It rises
Even as feet feel not
The groundswell

It knows

And It thinks to escape
Ahead of time
Where shadows advance
With fitful irregularity
Forging fearful signs
Some lurking in the fog
Others brazenly blocking light

Stay aware

For even as feet sense not
And shadows know only to hide
Rats and giants
Stalking beneath
Bird and branch
Morphing into reality at will
Satiating appetites' demand
Care not that reason exists

Still

It continues to rise
Steadying against shadowed walls
Prepared
Determined
For It understands
Even as It sometimes limps
The journey remains

It

Knows the heat of integrity

Defies dishonesty

And burns away specters of deceit