Becoming Whole
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We find sanctuary in myriad guises;
In imagined Edens before the Fall;
In endless, green emblems of Innocence;
In luxury items that lure us like Sirens.
Nursery lullabies & guardian angels,
Once kept the miasmal darkness at bay.
Now they seem to mock us intermittently.
They can become grotesque when we turn to pray.
The distorted image in the black mirror
Coldly reflects our fragmented nature.
Lacan perceived the hard facts of the psyche;
Behind this crude world's fragile mask of beauty.
O what blind, leech-like half formed creatures are we!
We dwell in shadows; we're afraid of the Light!
We must face life's long, arduous journey,
Before we reach the asylum of insight.
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