The city sitter looks like the constituents of the city. Silence goes to those who need safety the most. Silence is not a light, but is usually unconsciously directed toward mercy for me, as my countenance is covered by its past. Silence goes first to the wicked.
It was not the reality, I was unwilling to trace back. Ignoring the last scene forgetting where I have been afraid of fear, surviving in the dark. Though all it took was a moment of serene. After all darkness just needs a little spark.
The Poem goes by the name “ The Satori “ , which in Japanese refers to sudden growth or awakening by insight . The poem starts with feelings of pessimism followed by a subtle trigger .. Thanks to Thomas gray for inspiring me to use the word "serene" .