TADDA!!!

the finish line seems closer...

im considering this my final draft for this one. i feel it is done. thanks to carolina for the input.

(formerly titled "Fear This" which was dumb. i justs didnt have anything...)

Capitulation

What veracity to those who would deny
the whimsies of fate as the tendrils spring forth
from the ground to consume not because of anger
but of love? To bring one not to their doom
but to an enlightened height no person has ever been,
to find ones self not in the grain of sand
but in the world, everything and in him.
But why deny this happiness into your heart?
Why open the box Pandora had kept shut?
Are we such that man cannot live perfectly?
Or is it just truth, that we have all lost sanity?
Deny, deny the perfection of the moment
For what? The better next? Is there a next?
Face to face with the convictions of our selves,
is this how the angels hide in the darkness?
How the illuminated blinds themselves,
spooning out the single eye from which they see!
Heaven cries from the clouds, for this,
for this place angels, blind, have built,
heaven cries the single tear for this.