I contemplate asking him about the broken
Links;
The endless gap in between.
I wish to peruse the truth
Out from where it lies dormant; torn.
His manuscript of life is held up as stark
Evidence before my eyes
Yet it is nothing without my belief.
Roads all lead to paradise,
Inward thoughts and souls creep.
Holding up a mirror for me
He orders to inspect what I see and
Cut off anything unsightly.
Temples collapse as I raise the blade.
Curtains open as I cut deep.
Flowing glory for the three.
Futures emptied to occupy the body of
The only one to see who I am.
Testing over and over and over
Until I am everything he hoped.
