A Parody of Glass

through the long lens we often will bask into the trash..., a gift to renew; in borrowed basement pews insde we often will ponder a common call from up yonder in velvet skies beneath the toil transfixed with lucid dreams & hay a thrust to ponder when my journey has ended until that blessed face I see, deeper then the gallows swallow deeper then the ocean blue as high as the eagle fly overhead chards of flames of passionate conquest swallow me deep beneath the orchids to parade where mere mortals will confess to woe beneath the glass compass the reunion of the leaves come quickly lest I refrain onto the sabbath's duty will digest the power of the union of friends love is the essence of my meager existence shun the resistance ever eager for battle grow to summon the cattle crafted and created an orgy of suspense not to don nor straddle the fence Amen to the solitude amidst the commands my heart gives pause to enter into heaven's gate call it my destiny nor meager fate, when all of the flask & timber will end I will see him on the other side millions upon millions robed in white forget the night for the day is far spent out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance I exist as a vapor then I am no more a challenge to be free is a question of time only one life is soon to pass only what's done out of love shall surely last bask in the vast expanse between time & space face, eyes & hands Hopefully someday all will understand ?