I've received only
What a child
Should receive

I'm irrational
Obsessed for
Experience

Experimenting
For just
The hell of it

We men
We women
We people
Of the world

Are rushed
To surpass
The crest
Of unnamed divinity

At last
We will feel
What we've been
Afraid
To receive

Since we began

I cannot
Listen
Any longer

The hush
Of Death is
Sweat and
Fair and
Leads you

To a place you
Know
But, when seen,
Still holds

Its Mystery