Take a step out of yourself
Sit at the edge of oblivion
Take a look down into the crevasse
Look further past the abyss
A moment of awe
A moment of tremble
A memory of a life no longer manageable
What was it I saw
A mystery that forever lives.
Thousands of armies
Huddle together
Hoping someday
They trade there guns for a feather
A thousands bridges between realms
A thousands separations upheld
By our own imperfectly broken selves
But Who’s the one that’s going to help.
Answer sits at the edge of oblivion
Once turned away from our former self
There lies the sacred trap
Turning the mind into a cell