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Grasping at Shadows

By Brian Kellogg ~

Green life in winter’s oncoming grasp
Cold shatters the warmth of the past
Fall portends the approaching dusk
Of a soul’s ensnaring unquenchable lust
For that which it must
Grasp and hold in wasting trust

What piercing pain the mind must bare
For those who with too much care
Hold to thoughts that do not spare
Truth the slightest glance
Nor questions given half a chance
From a mind so mythically entranced

Hold fast and do not doubt
One’s faith must be forever stout
Shadows of the mind slip in and out
Ephemeral truth for the devout
Snip the tongue and sew the lips
Unquestioned faith is reason’s total eclipse