“Still,” said the poet, “I wonder why.
The frozen one, he lives a lie.
Nothing can disturb his sleep,
The gentle numbness, dark and deep.
Feeling for the lack of sensation,
See the emptiness, desolation.”
—-
Power acquired is emotion outcast,
Power sought-after is sought to the last.
Power beckons, so answer the call;
Attain the highest and take it all.
Then find the answer for the feeling
That knocks you down and leaves you kneeling,
Kneeling before the grace of your needs:
Love, upon which everyone feeds.
But, only man, you still deny it,
Steady yourself, and walk on by it.
Deny the savior of mankind,
That which the wisest yearn to find.
—-
Nothing else disturbs the sleeper,
Except the dark and subtle Reaper.
[1980]
Clever line, worth noting
Deny the savior of mankind,
That which the wisest yearn to find.
Interestingly, I wrote this five years before I was saved. It was supposed to be about love.