Lens

Looking in towards the center
Gazing into my soul
Refracted in a crystal orb
A lens.

Converging rays of introspection
Pencils of light in phase
Illuminating the image under the haze
But there is consequence in the rays

The longer I stare the clearer I see
Allowed by the beams' intensity
The lens for my heart it clarifies
The core of my soul it magnifies

Blemishes in the ghost I find
Muck to which I paid no mind
Repulsive stains I clearly see
Removable only by cautery

Nnnnnghhh!! It burns! Too hot it seems
The irrisistable power of the beams
Once used for seeing,
now searing
Once used to learn
now burns

The heart's lens is now aglow
Compels me to cringe from things I now know

Keats
30 October 2010