antipunk

Spirit

For it is not that we live in a world,
where the imaginable is possible,
that endures my contemplation;
it is that we live in a world,
where the unimaginable is possible,
that grips my passion.

I say my passion,
for my love is life itself,
and I cannot imagine,
dreaming of anything else.

What was this world,
before it was erected and interpreted by my judgment?
Back when it was thriving,
within six billion minds,
behind their blinking eyes?

For who am I to see this vision,
of,
what is in truth,
our world?
Oh,
what wonders I have never known!

It is infinity,
without confines,
that captures me.
It is infinity,
without frame,
which cradles everything.

How far we must travel to know truth.