I step outside like one raised from the dead.
They swarm around me, filling me with words.
There are still voices singing in my head,
But out here, they cannot be clearly heard.
I am distracted by an inner light,
And passive from the truth that I can see.
For from my dark-glass-view with second sight
I’ve seen all this within eternity.
My glowing face frightens those who see me.
And their dim faces also frighten me.
In their emptiness they can’t believe me.
So they try to blind me from all I see.
Soon I’ll start to believe their foolish lies
Unless I die, so I can be revived.
Benjamin J. Cline
October 18, 2000
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