Strange Poem 2

Heaven sent the world to drown
In liquid pouring from our veins,
Our eyes, our lips, with magnitude
So great as though it caused us pains.

Flying lightly over clouds
Of wisps of wish that make no sound,
The messenger, Reality,
Comes hither where his eyes abound.

Heaven sent you on a quest
Through wondrous valleys running wild
And up past peaks of icy trails
From which you fall, a helpless child.

Embodied in a world so great
Are eyes of glass and vanity
That probe the tunnels, passing by
The havens from insanity.

Colliding forth into the light
By boundless stars of swirling grace,
Entwining with the silver night,
You dare gaze deep into your face.

It stares at you with vapid eyes;
You find that you’ve no place to run;
As all the strings become untied,
You find the world’s become undone.

2005