the sky she cries for me,
washing clean my soul,
made a sacrificed fool,
understanding the powers that be,
and being preached at by clouds
I stand up from the ground,
but shaking I fall on my knees.
Admit that I have doubts,
I've felt all alone here.
Preacher man once said,
"Do not fear that which you cannot see"
So I told him
"I cannot see you, seeing me, seeing"
He told me,
"You'll find your light, but it'll be bright--bright!
It will take a man countless hours to see
the dazzling truth that ascends before him,
to realize he now has the key
to open his eyes and receive
the ocular blessing that be."
And the cosmos smiles at me,
breathing vibrations of musty earth
and rotting homes and metropolitan
streets of damp filth washed into
rivers of future generations.
The potential of a man
has always been there.
Waking up to find the air,
still greeting his face,
that he may live today as his last,
for today is the last today
he will ever conceive.
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