Intrinsic Mystics

Felt like writing today...

I send my fist

Up to its wrist

Into this mystic continuum

I grip existence

Which gives resistance

Unto my explicit residuum

 

My grasp on this task

Has become daft and zealous

I receive a staff

Covered in math and alien intelligence

I cower back

And examine my map of benevolence

My smile cracks

Into power and excellence

 

Beyond adolescence

And my resemblance to youth

This truth is incandescent,

Relentless and proof

That beyond this dimension

Is my indention of pain

My economy of unloved children

The unloved economy of hate

 

Within the timeless

I over-come the spineless

I open my hand

A demand expanding

Even every unknown land

My thin existence

As a member of race

A spec of a species

As seen from outer space

 

But alas

I am perfect

And have been tempted before

I have faced execution

For sins of greed and gore

And now all I ask

Is that my task be to live

For, no staff of wrath,

Would I, ever give.

Author's Note

I put it for teens, with the "karmic hope" it'll find it's way to those who need help to open their eyes.