Cliff Poems
Great Wall Hope
Through sweat and tears I can see the whole world.
It is filled with mountains and lows, death and cows,
long villages, time moving slow, and forever beggar hope.
With magic vision I gaze into closed window souls.
They look like mirrors and tell we are both lost,
searching for heaven to buy at any cost until the earth is so far all faith is gone,
turning high burning and we are just breathing in smoke.
So this my world-my own hot wet cancer face-
a pity, a petty, a nine hundred year broken heart,
a climb or die relic of the impulse of God-
sits total below me, cold constant unconcerned,
as I smash kiss goodbye and throw myself off
into loss of control, smiling homeless,
making the best of a suicide fall.
It is filled with mountains and lows, death and cows,
long villages, time moving slow, and forever beggar hope.
With magic vision I gaze into closed window souls.
They look like mirrors and tell we are both lost,
searching for heaven to buy at any cost until the earth is so far all faith is gone,
turning high burning and we are just breathing in smoke.
So this my world-my own hot wet cancer face-
a pity, a petty, a nine hundred year broken heart,
a climb or die relic of the impulse of God-
sits total below me, cold constant unconcerned,
as I smash kiss goodbye and throw myself off
into loss of control, smiling homeless,
making the best of a suicide fall.
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Great Wall Hope
Great Wall Hope
