Promise me this.

Honesty has been banished from its throne. And it wanders, blind, blinded by our arrogance.

I am blinded by ignorance. The ropes knot themselves, and the chains bind themselves. The wind whistles, and the sea screams; and so I forget what I believe in.

From where will my decisions spring ? For white and black is grey, and the shafts of my mind are magnificent in the light.

Are you a monster ? And if you are, will I tell you ?
Or are you a monster in disguise ? If you are, will you tell me ?

Or will this always lay in doubt, in untold anticipation of solid ground,
But eternally sinking, sinking,
Sinking until the promise is varnished, polished
And again shines in the blaze of Truth.

Then we will rise on each others' wings, and fall into each other's grasp, and surrender ourselves to trust. And then the essence will be elucidated, hiding the blemishes and the scars, healing the despondent and the wishful.

We will realise we are already everything.