No shortage of obstacles barring the road
To my intended dream,
Ceaseless,
Clear-cut vision going blurry
When would-be doubt sets in.
…And that’s as far as it goes
Endless vigor emanates
From this end of cyberspace,
As I let my light radiate
Through the cracks I create
On walls built by architects,
Who envision our world as suitable
With the facilitation of division.
A rebel against systems of suppression
Hordes from the abyss would have me forfeit,Â
(Heh) the very projection of the thought
Kindles the wildest fire within me,Â
A torch bearer
With an ink well that materializes
Wherever my mind travels
Be it this planet or the next.
My ambition:
Touching hearts and minds
Here and beyond,Â
Reviving ears and eyes
With the torches I light
Through the words
I ceaselessly write.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â MarcoHeisler
O.D. 