The Rhymes of the Awakening
A Poem of Imminent Revelation of Untrue Truths
The Rhymes of the Awakening
Are the rhymes that do not Rhyme
They are the Secret of the Darkness
They are The Storied End of Time
A man here rests upon a hope transparent
that parts the rapid stream
is solid for a moment
then fades into his dream
Dark is the color of ambiguity unfurled
Opened to the light below the surface of this world
Revealed now in the whirling flummox
Of Time's Unraveled Sands
The Rhymes of the Awakening
Are the Rhymes that do not Rhyme
They are the Secret of the Darkness
They are The Storied End of Time
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Daniel Sullivan
I am a writer, live storyteller, actor, advocate, civil rights enforcer, and nonprofit director, among other roles. Presently, my focus lies in translating my rich life experiences into the realms of fiction and creative nonfiction.
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