Proof

Dowsed by the vineyard’s kiss, a moment’s clarity far from bliss
Gazing with the third eye’s sight, wills me to tear free from blight
I knew little and now less but know that there is no redress
From plight but the final flight, a free ocean just out of sight
Dreamers and believers sing and sigh for their conceptions and die
In my silhouette I begin to comprehend that we are here to block the light of the sun till its descent

Delineation through the deduced has man reduced to redundancy
Edified by notions and emotions
Buy, feel, rub and tug, then write about it a blog
Humanity pounded into dust, people but its bust
Divinity I beheld you in my mind and so there you remained confined
Never to attain sovereignty a proof of people’s true poverty
Eviscerated thoughts and emotions solidified as beliefs and devotions