What would cost the world to hold?
To cleave unto your heart and soul…
What price – what treasure – would you give,
If only to forever live?
Will you then offer diamonds or glass,
To gather in such transient grasp…
The winds that bite and not refresh –
But make iced shivers in your flesh.
Or would you place upon the altar
– Of what gods you pray won’t falter –
Precious gifts of frankincense,
A metaphor for what makes sense…
To see that for the world to hold
even your soul cost more than gold…
For I have heard that it is written
That in a pearl great worth is hidden.
Why spend for that which does not feed –
Nor give to you those things you need?
But only takes what is not offered,
To line a tarnished velvet coffer…
And all the while you starve away,
For you do not see you are slaves –
Just going on about existence
Laying down in shallow graves…
I do not say I know all,
For I too have been in that hole –
Of memory and misery and sharp things in the dark –
I have walked the midnight hour and I have fell apart…
But what I see – it speaks to me,
And I must unbind these black seeds –
That germinate in fallow ground,
For we are lost and are not found!
So dying from the inside out – we can shed no tears,
As we cling, only to things – that bring up all our fears!
Is there none to rescue us – no one to bring respite?
I for one have had enough – I will stand up and fight!
So to the night let us farewell,
For we are no more in it’s spell.
The dawn is coming up for all –
Listen – quietly – in your soul –
It beckons you… can you hear the call?
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