Sees from a perspective that I cannot find
This is not science, it's a conceptuality
That has always made much sense to me
The power of Myth and Story.
To find some meaning in my life
To take out the Critic's mealy knife
I find it best to generally apply
My efforts to only my own dimmed eye
Who cannot gaze straight at the sun
Or the woman who wears her, where she's begun
In all her radiant Glory.
Think on my small competing bones
Projection causes overblown
Grandiose visions, jealous lights
I relax my brain when I sleep at night
And feel my feelings, circling
Don't let them run away with me
Stand still and strong all through their storm
Till the suns dove face re-appears to warm
This dark night
Psyche's fright
Sorting beans
Fording streams
Her journey ends...
Just in time for new life to begin
When through the tunnel of mind's decay
The higher mind will shine like day
Through my death, my soul is born
A great gauzy curtain opened, torn
Re-made, Re-named
However, till that awesome day
I'm not afraid to join this game..
And Play.
