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Aug 12
if you want
to see a Higher
a higher than
-any other

forget what It is
forget Its name
you'll know not why
you'll not know not how

for what It is
is all but the same
you'll know when you die
not while you live now

to know while alive
and not yet dead
what is known only
when one is dead

is to think without life
to think with no pulse
think like a light
that dies when turned off

but the mercury still glows
however faint and dark

contemplate on that glow
to know after death
as to know in life
and to forget all design

for in the clouds above
you are

sightless
lame and
blind

In Heaven
a place
without pain
a place
out of line

we are all

sightless,
lame and
blind
Aloysha Giane Vito
Written by
Aloysha Giane Vito  17/M/the Vatican
(17/M/the Vatican)   
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