The Dark Resistance

Morning in India. The faithful wake

And I unfaithful to my bones prepare

For restless sleep to shut the system down,

Yet in some corner of the self, aware

That I knower of nothing hardly see

The present, living the diminished past

Still strong enough to fill the heart with grief,

And memories the mind cannot outlast.

What have they seen? I am of little worth

To mine own eyes, a cipher valueless,

Caught in the web without the will to break

The old desires, let the soul confess

Its firm allegiance to the growing light

That spreads across the earth so quietly

Gaining in strength to swallow up the dark

Resistance of our half-humanity.