a new series in three parts
GATES OF SPLENDOR part I
Beneath it all, the surface fleeting
into dreams which never live.
Rain of tears down my neck sheeting
secrets I could never give.
Reaching out past my perception,
turning water into wine;
miracle or my deception,
am I the damned or the divine?
Torn between the world aquiver
with the violence and the strife.
Another plane begins to shiver,
bringing itself into life.
Night begins to fall behind me,
sunlight's gleaming palpitation.
Is it true that I am now free--
or is it just imagination?
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