I Am
In this, the hour of my beginning
I am bestowed great gifts, not least of which is vision
far and beyond any comet's tail, grander
than the double-helix of mortality.
I perceive beyond Earthly holds
like a roman candle sees, in a
fleeting moment of illumination
when prophecies reveal
all that is, and to what end.
A rare gift, I profess and share, and
would that it spread with the fervor
of a virus contaminating souls of men
to see, to believe, to know, to be.
Truth needs no definition. It is.
What sacrifice, then? My eyes?
My heart? My soul? My life?
All freely, gladly I pledge, grateful
to have glimpsed infinity eternal
and know that I am.
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