may there burn a lamp

where shall meet the serpentines

my heaven and hell

What matters in the end is the baggage we carry while coursing along the many twists and turns. We are strapped to a ride, blindfolded by our own vices, led by our own virtue. May the light be kind upon us.

My haiku for https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/28/haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge/