Thursday, July 12, 2007


Steps that lead to the blinding light;
I am in spirit and in flight;
To acsend the stairway that seems to lead;
Onward to something that I desperately need;
Rather than being at the very end;
It feels as if over a horizon that I must tend;
Into the Quasar without question;
As would an innocent lamb to its own ending;
Not a protest of any sort in knowing;
No sound is made to its lending;
Any sort of sacrifice that would be made;
For it has all been given and done before;
The steps become easier to climb;
To the unknown light that I adore;

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