Final Hour

so much
of a truth

that's been bent
so much of a truth

a life that seems or has seemed like it
could be forever meant

a light in the wind, a truth
in the sea, a gift and
a devotion, a drive and a
grit to help others see all that

maybe to see. Oddly enough, a
grit, a life born out of the darkness itself.

Proven to me, I have known and be able
to glance in a way unlike maybe anybody

else. Yet a devotion that does not, seek
to feed an ego's total greed, yet a desire to

spread a truth, a gain to become too a
people's partial creed. None matters

but this devotion, to time art and self,
because if too many lose this, it will

not be available to everybody else. A
knowledge people always mean to obtain

yet too few would do because scared it
would come to none. People are ready for this

thing, probably waited a whole life see what it
could bring. On a doorstep to a humanity

that could let a whole Heart sing. my Heart divides,
just like yours does mutually too, so we had better

Get percolating, or doing if there is this thing in
us all in ways to also See through. I have lost all of

my power, in writing this, only the tiniest portion
does Remain. If even a little can show through and

be exploited, be the truth of one Heart's total and ever
lasting gain. I doubt it, in this moment<> I doubt myself

even in this doubt, a proven known I will be like everybody
else.