May 2015
HEAVEN:HELL
Neither beneath your soiled feet
nor above your purified eyes
:they dwell like dark and light
in your mind
:like closed fists and white flags
in a duel
:like fire and ice at the
end of the world
you live in between
two individualties on your burdened shoulders
there is an Atlas in you
though a galaxy's worth more
for he only has the world on him
and you have life and death that weeps at your call
heaven and hell buried in your
subterranean will
that makes you most human
Neither beneath your soiled feet
nor above your purified eyes
:they dwell like dark and light
in your mind
:like closed fists and white flags
in a duel
:like fire and ice at the
end of the world
you live in between
two individualties on your burdened shoulders
there is an Atlas in you
though a galaxy's worth more
for he only has the world on him
and you have life and death that weeps at your call
heaven and hell buried in your
subterranean will
that makes you most human
Idk why I suddenly wrote a poem that first made sense then became a mystery to me.
