In the wind‑shaken citadel, balance becomes belief.
Video Version (w/Music and SFX)
"Truth Citadel"
Classicism crumbles under modern art's hollow hammer.
Belief in transcend-able of opposites: off-on, moon-sun, is trust.
Belief blows in the invisible wind shaking hopeful grass breaking through rust-red rocks.
An uninflected "what's wrong?" from familiar lips,
a grainy short syncs harmonic happiness, yet
ears trust blind, fears trust reminders of failure.
Be a citadel of classicism - balanced, resistant to the chaos of modern needs.
This feeds trust, and -
faith frees us.
Behind-the-poem (I just started writing poetry)
Truth Citadel Directors Cut Audio
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