Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Inner Sight

Who am I?
Going nowhere.
Touch the sky,
Meet the scare.
Feel your heart.
Pounds with dread.
Finish to start,
Living to dead.
Smell the stars
That touch your mind.
And from afar,
There comes a find.
See angel beams
And rays of light.
Rip the seam
To open ‘the sight.'
See what is hidden,
See what's not there.
It's not so forbidden,
It's not such a dare.
Live in nighttime,
Fear today.
It's all sublime.
See the dark display.
Secure the legacy
As it gets away.
It ain't no fallacy,
Relax and pray.
The warmth will leave,
My fingers numb.
You are naïve,
You can succumb.

January 27, 2005

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