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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