Fortress Beyond all Knowledge

Once you take off your own mask: you are able to see through others.

 

Sometimes I go there,

To a place beyond the sky.

It is a roof untouched by others,

And there I hide.

 

I watch over all of the world,

And am intrigued by its mystery.

But my view is of the people,

Of all that circle below me.

 

There I can escape into others lives

Into visions of hope,

and their countless dreams.

 

And I see all of everyone

Whose minds lay trapped

in a fortress of beams.

 

It is wood confined by fear,

With wondrous truth beneath its mask.

Silent determination within their minds and the

Splintering curiosity within their soul

Slowly devours the putrid kindling.

Setting spark to a fractured edge.

 

When the wood is lit by fire,

when the timber slowly burns

and all life fades away.

 

The darkened ashes dust a white creation,

A figure worn innocent by countless days

its indescribable influence

Beautifully dances

Purely sways

To songs not sung by others.

 

And as I watch

It’s so effortless to become lost in hidden imagination,

In the intimacy of its movement

And the rhythm of its song.

 

From my tower above the world,

Peace peers through tiny cracks.

Freedom becomes fearless and shows itself

And tyranny falls dead to truth.

 

And as I sit on my roof above the sky,

as I sit in a place untouched by others,

as I hide

I watch

And I see all,

as few see any.