Brethren mind where the lord goes
touch it with no angst
as he is a forgiver,
Perhaps I am not
Before I went there I thought
it was of a gone era
things removed from my truth
known only to me
none of the rest matter
they see nothing past a single existence
Where do they go
this thought demands of me
In the times where I ruled
on a high lowliness
Dredging up the false sky
seems so futile
for this time
and a new truth has been found
away from that deception
Can it remove the tax
on my existence
A reminder
as it did grasp into me
of what I have paid
Cost never vexed me
when I knew only what I wanted
as I had to ask it
away from the reality
in my own little world
founded brain fantasies
Trestle on the posies
I told my self
to be of another
the places we all have to go
eventually away
into our own space
small could come earlier
as the big is a world
outside there
What is to fear of inside
where only I lived
no one could see me
or know what I held
the treasures of a child
so gone from the knowledge of beauty
Insanity still does not scare me
at a time then I knew what it was
to see from eyes
held to truth that no lies could penetrate
where I go when thought escapes me
only the nonsense makes sense
there
fear looses it potential
against the wall
far away from all of the others
and inside
only I can be there
to touch me would be to go
places I now offer
how few sample the fruits
get a taste refined for elite tongue
Here is the offering I give
to the thought
If I am the one to be a lord
should you not give it to me
so I may see there
for the forgiving?
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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