Their eyes are blank, they are lonely
Knowing that the only thing that connects them is the
universal emptiness that separates them from each other
The unspoken surrender lurks in the heart of the one who chooses to approach
Jehovah, my provider...
The searcher chooses to resent his darkness.
I long to destroy my darkness.
Burn! Burn. Burn? Acid drip poets and weeded out flower children,
What you look for is closer than your right hand.
On the day fire burns the water. Your wondering spirit finds a home.
Karma's orphan, delighted Stoic. Nirvana's flag-bearer,
You orphaned your father for a "what if?" statement
and your own spot in the Agnostic's circle.
Inertia without direction is just potential.
And an outlet without a plug is as good as dead.
The mantel of blood that stands in front of you
Is the barrier that makes the crimson white
There is a question that we cannot answer.
And an answer that is greater than any question.
To these there is a place that contains a peace
that passes all knowledge and understanding
Tread harshly on the ground you step on.
A fleeting impression leaves not a monument for posterity to view.
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