To speak with clarity is to conceal
beneath metaphor’s shifting veils;
nuance, requisite for any understanding,
unfolds beneath the teasing hints
and undulations which flicker over
these images like sequins dancing on lace.
There exist levels of transgression,
shadow of shadow, where we often hide:
each shade moves toward a clarification,
yet leaves its origins trembling in the dark.
We each carve out our own path, lantern
held high; we feel content within our circle
of light. Still, I long to step into the edge
of night and speak with unconcealed honesty.