Lawrence Steinmetz · Jan 25, 2012
The Tree of Life 1

I feel like I'm hanging on the wall
and the motions in the room
are the paintings that I watch.

Trying to find my perception,
while grinding neural gears
for a finalized conception.

From the Kingdom to the astral plane,
I climb the pillar despite the pain..
and come to see the path goes many ways.

It appears my journey's just begun
to the spheres where the heavens ly,
a great, big symbol representing one.

 
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