Outside of time…
I need to exist outside of time
To make sense of death and Eternity!
I wish my senses were mingled and sharper,
I could smell colors and
Sage could cleanse my tainted soul.
The whole of me hurts.
Evil is not satisfied with the taste of flesh.
It wants more…
Its goal is endless pain
of souls it devastates.
I lean into the essence of me,
I examine it closely.
I am too close.
I only see particles of nothingness,
Colored in confusion…
I step back, to gain perspective
I hope if I stare long enough
It might turn meaningful,
but it doesn’t!
Truth strikes me, at last:
It’s not about how long or how close
It is about wearing the correct lenses
Ugliness into beauty,
Meaninglessness into meaning,
Hate into love.