A Silent Self Imposed Identity
From "At The Edge Of The Riddle"
By Jack Joseph Smith
What lies in darkness light cannot comprehend,
James Joyce
A silent
Self imposed identity
of a soul in space
Or
A misunderstood painting
The horror
That went unmentioned
The beauty
Not demonstrated twice
Unspeakable illness makes
a comment
on your life
Then the necessity of surefootedness
balances the
light and dark of time
To let space
answer for itself