Wayward on the tracks,
My train of thought will never be
Tamed by beast nor man,
Taught to understand.
Comprehension, a distant land.
Interpretation, far from bland.
Burning confusion starts the fire.
Dancing flames of red so deep,
Take my breath and leave me weak.
In worship i am deaf, dumb, blind.
Waning trees creak on.
Ancient sound so deafening.
Wooden ears can't hear
Through splinters sunk so deep
Ears and eyes and
Ears and eyes and
Ears and eyes and
Ears and eyes and ears.
Hesitantly I'm content.
Unconsciously i'm in suspense.
On which perception, can't decide.
Knowing if i move from here,
All i know will disappear.
A risk, for which, i'm grateful now.
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