The curtain

The curtain was pulled, wrenched off and peeled back,
No ordinary curtain, we know that's a fact.

What lay behind cannot be placed into language,
That's the entire point you see, words cannot vanquish.

The curtain of course, is one you know well,
You see it day by day and it covers nighttime as well.

It's all you've ever known and most likely will do,
Madness they call it, when you can see through.

Darker than black, crisper than glass,
The curtain blockade that some might trespass.

But trespass you may, leave your body behind,
Stare into the void, gasp no air, pass no time.

But where is the being? I thought you might ask,
Come now, isn't it obvious at this final repass?

You are the one that tore the barrier right down,
Your spirit is bodiless as it lies on the ground.

You entered the world of macabre and divine,
Death is our answer - and wasn't it fine?

Slumped back down into your mortal recoil,
The being you see, was no stranger to foil.

It was you that became supernatural, you see.
A spirit, a god, a demon, a being beyond reality.

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