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There is no such place
where my steps are more hesitant;
and the dread of knowing
tempts me to renounce
unearthing what’s buried therein.
Still buried at every dawn.

There is not a farther place for knowledge;
here all the empiric inquiry dies,
while elusive answers and keys
coexist with the human probe.
In a perennial chase.

I came down here wary and lonely,
countless times.
A lantern fired by doubts I only held
in my shaking hands;
no glare ever spread from its flame.

For I fed it with even more fears,
just to see it fading like all my efforts
to cross this murk.
Until I finally realized
only the light of acceptance
may illumine the stairway
to the depths of myself.

By those strides, daunted
I reached a grim expanse.
Tombstones shaped like masks
behind which I used to hide,
and epitaphs citing
the emotions therein lying.

The way ahead then led me
to a maze of crazed mirrors,
haunted by the ambitions
and the infesting illusions
from which they grown.
Failure reflecting all around me,
demeaning my being...
As I raised the torch only shards
of that warren remained.

The lantern glow begun to weaken
once I got into a vault,
packed with piles of scrolls.
Warped figures and words arouse and unfold
all my insecurities now towering above.

Overcame and bent by growing anguish,
clutched in trepidation and fear.
Is to set aflame this place with acceptance
the only way out from here?

As years flow away
still I’m wondering,
entrapped in hesitation;
weary, the light's slipping out of my hand...

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