Gradient tones of expression,
landscapes or history,
our light rarely follows a straight line.
adjustment required in space or
sign, it seeps through cracks
moves forcefully beyond sublime.
we cannot control the capacity, or
silence, of corresponding darkness.
An unlikely presence of another mind.
To those who dare expose themselves,
our light will not be altered
but eternally fortified.
born unto an incidental state, we
cannot separate stigma from strata.
Dust on the wind, particles of matter.
morals to immortality, holding tight
all we believe is crucial.
Our life rarely follows a straight line.
©2018 j.g. lewis