The truth of,

who, what and where i am,

is a truth not defined by the hair on the man,

 

infact,

its more a fact of,

everywhere i am,

when the flesh falls apart,

in the earth i stand.

 

or at least thats where,

i perceive my roots to be,

but perceptions can shift,

so the truth can be seen.

 

as every molecule that makes me,

is placed on a table,

my creator informs me,

its a periodic.......fable.

 

standing at the exit of everything i am,

to pass the threshold of compounds,

and trancend.............the man.

 

not convinced with the theory,

that god doesnt hear me,

when a split second vison,

provides clarity to steer me.

 

what we are is more than merely,

the divine interfered with,

by the minds that fear it,

shine a light into a blind eye,

ignite fight in the weary,

 

so we might fly,

so we might return to the sky,

beyond the cosmos,

and be the stars,

that do not die,

before our light.......reaches the eye.

 

to be appreciated,

and marveled as a miracle,

knowing theres more to this life,

than the physical.

 

acquire more of an insight into the spiritual,

escape rigid rituals restricting riches,

rendering our attachment to the realm,

residual.

 

reincarnated, once again incarcerated ,

under the film of flesh,

falling for seduction,

ball and chained.....masqueraded.

 

master reset, to set and setting,

the embedded seat within the dwelling,

awaits your souls presence,

 

restore to default settings.