Monster
Fear hides from our view,
a monster undiscovered.
What man is not dumbfounded by its darkness, rather than to be enlightened from its brightness?
A river approached the edge of the waterfall. Its silent eddies and currents willingly submit to their destiny, as they plummet onto the boulders and basin below.
And the plunge renders a beautiful hovering mist, pierced by the majestic bending of a rainbow.
If the river feared what was in its path, would it then have become a desert to escape the unknown?
And when man faces dying, the angel of death gracefully opens her beckoning wings. Be it that he would then quiver, as would a sprig enduring a storm?
Rather then but to break his mortal symmetry onto the stars and galaxies, rendering a misty cloud, impaled by the colorful array of his nova?
Like the irony of a great story, where upon a woman consumed a goblet of poison, thinking her lover was dead, only but to be mistaken.
Then so is the man whose devastating fear feeds his ignorance to death, mistakingly unknowing of the monster's eternal truth.
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