what magic makes itself so known
when brought about from simple things
the wonder spills out from the mouth
of one whose made the crown his king
the future worship laid before
that brought a servant to his knees
and spelling out the dreadful course
repeated a role through strait disease
to push and push a mighty weight
the never ending, tired move
for ribbons, medals made to bring
some soft momentum, a soft improve
a soft suspension of the heart
a held content as deep and dark
as watery depths which, laid below
hide the most magnificent spark
inside the pressure of that ridge
down, darker, dank and cold
the prison of desires cage
which makes a soul so young to mold
in endless rage a fire burns
crackling flames beneath the weight
but even farther past that burn
comes a speech to contemplate
"come, let me bring you out of dim
with that you lie in and so scorn
for, to learn about my love
may help you feel, a calm adorn
and, once the feeling grows to truth
the silv’ry eyes which whisper great
tales of the height i have ascended
tales of the world i will soon create
here, look and see, the ideas so full
of bursting pleasure, giving ease
room to breath within my soul
as the upper waves sway to please”
and for a moment, i thought i saw
a glimpse of heaven among his hell
a forward push was all his mind
a soft release was his hearts swell
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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