decomposition

man is the potential to balance..
the potential to become Ggod..
to unravel what has been left behind..
to translate what he is..
to trascend out of the soft dark places..
pulling down at him through the skin..

man's eyes broken opened..
a vision of opportunity to rise to gods..
to complete a broken circuit..
watches with widening eyes..
the rotting away..
of the occurence..
and the deadening eyes and pieces and faith..
of the bodies of that occurence..
we've gotten nowhere..

man distraught in ruin..
torn between a gun to pandora..
and the frail chance at being divinity..

edify me as she once did..
break the mold of this paper cocoon..
bring me to the place of shedding..
bring my heart to bone..
walls to bar what would pull down and away..
to get us nowhere once again..