A Parody Of Glass

through the long lens we often will bask
into the trash...,
a gift to renew;
in borrowed basement pews

insde we often will ponder
a common call from up yonder
in velvet skies beneath the toil
transfixed with lucid dreams & hay

a thrust to ponder when my journey has ended
until that blessed face I see,
deeper then the gallows swallow
deeper then the ocean blue

as high as the eagle fly overhead
chards of flames of passionate conquest
swallow me deep beneath the orchids to parade
where mere mortals will confess

to woe beneath the glass
compass the reunion of the leaves
come quickly lest I refrain
onto the sabbath's duty will digest

the power of the union of friends
love is the essence of my meager existence shun the resistance
ever eager for battle grow to summon the cattle
crafted and created an orgy of suspense

not to don nor straddle the fence
Amen to the solitude amidst the commands
my heart gives pause to enter into heaven's gate
call it my destiny nor meager fate,

when all of the flask & timber will end
I will see him on the other side
millions upon millions robed in white
forget the night for the day is far spent

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance
I exist as a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
only one life is soon to pass only what's done out of love shall surely last

bask in the vast expanse between time & space
face, eyes & hands
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