What if you're the one who is blind?
Said the mad man to the ghost

What if all your shades of grey cant make you feel?

What if I am the one who sees the beauty?

What if the colors i create are real?
Suppose for a moment its only You and I
And only our two versions of the Truth are known?
Would your presence appear to me through my senses?
Would my sensations be what makes your presence known?

What if you're the one who is deaf?
Replied the ghost to the mad man.

What if all your colors have made you ill?

What if i am the one who hears the beauty?

What if the whitenoise i create is real?

Suppose for a moment its only Me and You
And we're the only ones who know the Lie?
Would my presence bring to your senses?
Would your sensations bring my presence to life?

What if we are the face of The Deep
Hovering beneath the Spirit of God
The Abyss and The Absolutes
Letting there be Light at the speed of thought?
Oh tell me mad man, from whence does the Beauty come?
Have we lost ourselves in the Mind?
Or is this madness our Kingdom come?

I know for certain this one thing
Whispered the madman to his ghost

This one and only thing there is to know

With my reverence ready to recieve it I waited to be told

And in the silence they beheld the Beauty that had created them both.
+Paens Jestyr+
- written by Brosha The Skrybe. 06/30/18
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