smelling, hearing
and continuously seeing
voices from beyond
also from deep within
my heart ponders
with the aid of my mind
the infuriating experience
a life more authentic
making my mortal soul
into a state of dreaming
thoughts of divine essence
and provocative dreams
nay! violent thunder clapping
making me a stormy storm
impregnating my tender being
also, with lightning
spontaneously gathering around
snarling, quarreling and discord
leading at the end,
to Golgotha, the empty scull
but hoping one day
though comprehended late
like the dim light
of the star that is furthest
my soul too
shall enlighten
the innocent children
at last
henry
victor 13.02.1995
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