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My daily routine is to question reality
and my place within it.
My conquest,
is to tear open the fabrics of time
and stitch by stitch
render
my vision of heaven.
Patched together-
a loose idea and intangible thought reveal themselves
as the concrete path
I tread on-
here,
where i may give testimony
against the coarse of death
as the only path to perfection.
Why wait for heaven
when the resources lie at our fingertips
our mind trips
our loose lips
reveal god.
and my place within it.
My conquest,
is to tear open the fabrics of time
and stitch by stitch
render
my vision of heaven.
Patched together-
a loose idea and intangible thought reveal themselves
as the concrete path
I tread on-
here,
where i may give testimony
against the coarse of death
as the only path to perfection.
Why wait for heaven
when the resources lie at our fingertips
our mind trips
our loose lips
reveal god.
Published 4th Dec 2010
| Edited 18th Aug 2012
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5th Dec 2010 1:10am
This poem, like some of your other poems, does "tear open." It unfolds beautifully and quite masterfully, defining itself "stitch by stitch," line by line, it does "reveal god," "intangible," though "at our fingertips." A real pleasure to read your work. Thank you very much.
7th Dec 2010 7:04am
