Best Poems Written by Brandon Glasgo

The Smith

For every set of windows given, another lies so near
As opaque the set of two may be, the third is crystal clear

Unlatching the transparent one requires just one key
Upon our lifelong search for it we stumble endlessly

As we approach, the Locksmith surely forges newer paths
On which the weight of memories lie that signify our past

We must repurpose these narratives we adopt to self-deceive
Into a deftly sewn together robe of equanimity

This peace of mind that cloaks a vessel born of dirt and clay
Will dissolve the first two windows, allowing perfect peace to reign

Only then will human fragments once called yours and mine
Come together as one body, perfect and divine

As united we once were, before we came to be
United we will come again, without a missing piece

Furthermore, becoming whole is just another step
Along the path some thought, as fools, ended with our death

At some distant point, far away, eternity draws close
The problem of that holy gate, we dare not diagnose

As the secrets within that point lie in between the panes
That constitute the third window embedded in the brain

Do not concern yourself at all with what is in the glass
As all will become made aware before the final task

Instead concern yourself with life, our one and only gift
Apply the Golden Rule with faith and strive to know 
The Smith

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