By Circuitous Path Returned

An artist is one
Who can make a solution...
Into a question

Can turn a graveyard
Into countless pocket realms
Brimming with new hope

We have wilderness
Void transformed to not much more
Where sun parches lips

We dream of heaven
Through actions making it real
Words establish eep

I have glimpsed these halls
I have glimpsed this journey's end
For those not family

Who can cheat the grave?
So I am food for the worms
And a soul redeemed

This glimpse was stolen
This hangover familiar
Dust consumed by wind

In joy I return
Not to glimpse but to drink deep
With hope, self-possessed 

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