Has given you the call...

[ichwill420]

POEM II "Visions of Glory"

These are the laments of man in peril
disrspect to ones self stems from hesitation
Shudders to the spine, Consciousbess Quakes
Sonic vibrosis tremors the fabric of existence
Inside one's self is a ceasless quest to seek
the divine love of some celestial hand,
To rest its firmly on ones shoulder
and Sweep the pain and shame away.
Soaring above rational thought
the tangible becomes the unpredictable
the unforeesable Unknowable
utterly Ununderstandable.
Dream.