I cannot
quickly pass the thing that matters
The
furrowed line of Adam’s legacy in me
Its
deepest twist, the hidden crooked thing in me
That
trips me up, but tricking, avoids its censure
My
subtle subterfuge that tells me fibs... but
The
lie undone that hangs the apple on the tree
Reveals
the core of what it is I truly need to see
To
lift me clear of all, to fly in un-imprisoned air!
Light,
the freeing thing comes not by might or power
What
I cannot know in mind I know in spirit
That
under life beneath the life I lead
The
castled dream thick walled, un-scaled
That
only slowly passes by, unknown, untried...
Misread
the map beneath the Map that told my tale
That
Book to all the throng is veiled
None
can breach its crystal walls that will not fail
Light,
the lonely thing, forever hid beneath the life
The
only jewel of those, whom their own-selves knew
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