I wore the shadows like a crown,
Called their silence sacred ground,
Named the echoes truth and law,
Never seeing what I saw.
Bent beneath a borrowed sky,
Learning how to live a lie,
Every chain around my neck
Forged from things I did not question yet.
Then a whisper crossed the stone,
Not a voice, and not my own,
Saying:
“What if all you’ve ever known
Is only where the journey starts?”
Turn me toward the rising fire,
Beyond the walls of old desire,
Loose the iron from my soul,
Call me farther than I know.
Let my eyes endure the light,
Though it wounds the ancient night,
Lead me where the heavens run,
Turn my face toward the sun.
At first the brightness felt like pain,
Every certainty undone again,
Shapes I trusted disappeared,
And every idol I revered.
Yet beyond the breaking veil,
Something deeper did prevail,
Not command and not decree,
But a greater form of liberty.
Every step became a choice,
Every silence found a voice,
Saying:
“Truth is not a thing possessed,
But a path forever walked.”
Turn me toward the rising fire,
Beyond the walls of old desire,
Loose the iron from my soul,
Call me farther than I know.
Let my eyes endure the light,
Though it wounds the ancient night,
Lead me where the heavens run,
Turn my face toward the sun.
I hear the chains behind me fall,
Like winter leaving ancient walls,
The cave grows smaller every day,
The horizon takes its place.
No tyrant holds the dawn at bay,
No shadow steals the coming day,
The light was never far away,
Only hidden by my gaze.
Turn us toward the living flame,
Beyond all fear and pride and name,
Lift the sleeping heart awake,
For the sake of what is true.
Let us bear the radiant cost,
Finding all we thought was lost,
Till the many become one,
Turning always toward the Sun.
Not the eyes,
But the soul.
Not the road,
But the turning.
Not the light,
But the love of light.
And the sun was waiting
All along.
City lights on artificial skin
Everybody shining paper-thin
Digital halos, programmed grace
Running from the silence in their face
Cold blue glow inside the room
We decorate the coming doom
Trade our hunger for applause
Never asking what the shadow was
Hands up praying to the feed
Every want becomes a need
Everybody screaming “Look at me”
While drowning in invisibility
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And the walls keep talking
Talking when we sleep
Building us a language
Too afraid to leave
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We built a glass kingdom
Made of mirrors and wires
Burning our eyes
Calling it fire
Nobody wants truth
If comfort survives
So we dance with reflections
And call it alive
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Every headline picks a side
Every soul becomes a tribe
We don’t listen, we attack
No one knows how to come back
Children raised on curated pain
Learning love through dopamine
Every screen a private cave
Every smile perfectly enslaved
And somewhere in the static noise
Someone hears another voice
Not louder — only real
Breaking through the manufactured feel
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There’s a crack above us
Light comes leaking through
Most will call it dangerous
Some will call it truth
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We built a glass kingdom
Made of shadows and gold
Selling our freedom
For something to hold
Nobody leaves here
Without losing a name
Because the moment you awaken
You never see the same
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I walked outside the machine
And the silence almost killed me
No notifications
No applause
No enemies to feed
Only the unbearable weight
Of thinking for myself
And I understood then —
The cave was never only around me
It was inside me too
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So now I move carefully
Questioning even certainty
Because every revolution
Can become another screen
Every prophet casts a shadow
Every movement risks a throne
Every answer grows unstable
The deeper you go alone
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Burn down the glass kingdom
Open the walls
Let the uncomfortable sunlight
Fall where it falls
Maybe the truth
Is too heavy to hold
But better the fracture
Than a beautiful mold
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Neon fading into dawn
Voices slowly turning off
One by one the shadows thin
And the long ascent begins…
The older kingdoms tighten iron hands;
A throne once thought eternal stands alone,
While younger fire redraws the ancient lands.
From Athens’ harbor to the modern seas,
The drums of fear beat louder than the truth;
For power speaks in guarded strategies,
And history forgets the dreams of youth.
Yet somewhere past the banners and the blame,
Two voices meet where fragile futures stand;
One calls for glory, one protects its name,
Both holding thunder in an open hand.
Anamnesis
Thucydides
The older kingdoms tighten iron hands;
A throne once thought eternal stands alone,
While younger fire redraws the ancient lands.
From Athens’ harbor to the modern seas,
The drums of fear beat louder than the truth;
For power speaks in guarded strategies,
And history forgets the dreams of youth.
Yet somewhere past the banners and the blame,
Two voices meet where fragile futures stand;
One calls for glory, one protects its name,
Both holding thunder in an open hand.
White Rose
Localized Semantic Control
Dialogos of Eide 