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Conflict

I stand upon this sphere of clay
and stare into the sky

Lost in cloudy murals
as my lifetime passes by

Slipping, gripping, sucked into
the atmosphere below

Feeling jaded jealousy
I ride the silver crow

Circling for hours
I dream in hungry slumber

Waiting for the Prince of Peace
to softly call my number

"No such luck, tonight," he calls
and sends me on my way

I awake yet once again
to twisted Jars of Clay

Like slumping drunkards in the rain
they pierce my trembling heart

Mirrors of unspoken fear
mangled works of art

I dream a dream I've dreamt before
but now I understand

The angel of epiphany
writes sonnets in the sand

Golden strands of lofty breeze
I grasp with frigid fingers

Soaring through the atmosphere
a siren's echo lingers

Destiny of journey sought
sights a crystal mirror

To look is death, to see is life
I cannot mask my fear

Courage sought, in faith I find
as wine runs through my blood

Celestial intoxication
melts my flesh to mud

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