Post by ScarletMornings on Dec 11, 2005 20:08:05 GMT -8
I stare
fixated
into the one-eyed basilisk of the ocean overhead
beady orb glowing fiery orange
burning steadily into my brain
searing in the terrible truth
I fall to my knees
confused by that which I do not understand
brought to awe by powers not grasped
begging in supplication
“Blind me.”
I do not want to see
the truth
that which has been revealed
my contentment
false and barely stretching across the surface
ripped to ashes
Gladly would I replace the blind man
take care, he would say, of what you ask
but I want not the cares of sight
that which shows me who I really am
that whom I never knew
a stranger resides beneath this worthless skin
tear it away
I can see who I am
“Blind me!”
I beg
reduced to a pagan worshiper in the warmth of the sun
brought down by the person I’ve become
on my knees
hands up
as I gaze into the implacable eye of the sun
a basilisk’s burningly cold stare
Look away, I can hear the blind man shout
but it’s across an ocean
the basilisk judges and measures
as apathetically as a burning stone
You are already blind, cries the blind man
Now you begin to see!
but I do not care for the view
the basilisk watches me
and then
the world is dark
but for the seared pictures on my eyelids
now I understand
the basilisk gives no forgiving blindness
but blinds you to all but your sins
The blind man whispers, now you see
blindness is no better
for there is nothing to hide behind
nothing to protect you
you are turned to stone
with eyes wide open
to the darkness within
pray no more to the basilisk
because now you see
in blindness
fixated
into the one-eyed basilisk of the ocean overhead
beady orb glowing fiery orange
burning steadily into my brain
searing in the terrible truth
I fall to my knees
confused by that which I do not understand
brought to awe by powers not grasped
begging in supplication
“Blind me.”
I do not want to see
the truth
that which has been revealed
my contentment
false and barely stretching across the surface
ripped to ashes
Gladly would I replace the blind man
take care, he would say, of what you ask
but I want not the cares of sight
that which shows me who I really am
that whom I never knew
a stranger resides beneath this worthless skin
tear it away
I can see who I am
“Blind me!”
I beg
reduced to a pagan worshiper in the warmth of the sun
brought down by the person I’ve become
on my knees
hands up
as I gaze into the implacable eye of the sun
a basilisk’s burningly cold stare
Look away, I can hear the blind man shout
but it’s across an ocean
the basilisk judges and measures
as apathetically as a burning stone
You are already blind, cries the blind man
Now you begin to see!
but I do not care for the view
the basilisk watches me
and then
the world is dark
but for the seared pictures on my eyelids
now I understand
the basilisk gives no forgiving blindness
but blinds you to all but your sins
The blind man whispers, now you see
blindness is no better
for there is nothing to hide behind
nothing to protect you
you are turned to stone
with eyes wide open
to the darkness within
pray no more to the basilisk
because now you see
in blindness
