Tranquility in the dark.

Whose to say we are who we say?
When the rivulets of words
descend like the light of the sun,
searing from the truth
all lies dawning on upon us,
then shall the secrets we keep
be revealed for all to know,
for all to see and be.
For we are our thoughts
and when they are open for all
a piece of ourselves becomes
a piece of all, but what then?
Who knows what truths shall mar
us then, what blazing knowledge
shall ravage the minds
of so many desperate for peace.
Peace of mind, or piece of dementia,
scarring beyond all hope?
As the luminescence reigns,
who shall be the safer,
they whose awful secrets
are revealed, or those who must
become part of it all
when the brilliance comes to rule?
Peace unto them who have none to harm.