Thursday, August 29, 2013

Say what you will…

Something in plain sight hides
And will overtake you
When you look aside off your path
And imagine a quick death that will
Release your soul from your earthly torments
And return to some place you cannot know
In your own skin

And say what you will…

But it will be a place beyond anything
You’ve envisioned for yourself
The justice of metaphysical fact
Will fill your mouth with a different sound

Then say what you will…
It’ll be truer to the actuality of the Only Reality
Then you’d known while you were here
And with it
A growing recall leaving you regretful or bemused

You yourself that thing in plain sight
And nothing over…

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