The Grapevine
Watch me turn that
dirty water
into the finest
of wines
From the outside
looking in
it appears thine eyes
are clouded
I appear shrouded
in mystery
& covered in
a history unknown
Earthly throne illusions
pale in comparison
to the kingdom
discovered within
I've already seen
the end
so beginning is a
foregone conclusion
Their collusion
started a war
deemed unwinnable
by The Most High
My rules of engagement
seem foreign
as they differ from
what's seen as
conventional
Protruding
thought forms are
no match for my
intentional flames
coming from the sky
FYI
This is a lighter
with fluid
that flows everlasting
with no intention to gain
I reign from a place
where rain is a
necessary evil and
given much respect
A space where
its drops are seen
in retrospect
as mere projections
The smere & wetness
was needed in order to
facilitate growth
from the seeded
Now there's grounds
to grow toward the sky
without backward eyes
This bastardized
tilling of grounds we see
is a perversion of what he
originally had in mind
In due time
some will see if the fruit
was really worth the
growing of the tree
Watch me
as I transform
from water into ice
& then steam rising high
A locomotive powered
by dreams
from behind clear
open eyes
If this tracks
years from now
they'll be mapping
the course of my train
A pioneer
squeezing every drop
from the grapevine
in the rain
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