Eyes turn away
To see the truth
Refuse.
Serve them
Only pleasant
At first glance,
And bright and dark
As if not near.

Pushing
From the darkest
In the direction
To the brightest
Wider
You are aware of the truth
Ego-eggs
You split the crack.

You are not surprised by the birth
And you rejoice in death
When Eternity
It will be felt
Before you meet.