This vague curtain we call life
Falls about the air I walk through
Somehow materializing through me
In me, around me, as if the air itself
Will suddenly crack and I will
Walk through another place
To see the 'real' that is around
All the time, this unseen fantasy
Is just a charade for the watchers
So blind we walk, so blind we live
With Faith the only path to life
The kiss of Christ, death living in us
Resurrection the only path to live

02/14/2006

Posted on 02/14/2006
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