sharp sun light splits my world like a comic book mask, one side bright, the
other side black, forcing me to choose what side I wish to reside in, when I
can’t have both, scalding light, illuminating the path along this River but casts
huge places into deep dark, no moderation here, not even the sore face of the
water where the glints of sunlight is most intense, this path bringing me to
the edge again, to the places full of memory, scorched out of my brain from too
much glare, I follow along a trail I took in less brittle days, my feet knowing where
I've been even if I can no longer see it and must rely on my intuition to keep
going and my memory of days when things were less divided. and those brief
glimpses of Joy I recall and treasure, even if I can no longer see them
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