To The Paragon Of Peace

You are unparalleled in your keen awareness of the contention that up until your majestic and most deliberate manifestation, you were by no means maneuvered into a realm totally unacceptable by those who are innate to the acceptance of a doctrine so far over their heads.

Is it true that you maintain
An inner flame to conquer pain
And is it true that in your trying,
That it isn't only time you're buying?

Do you know or are you faking -
The thoughts you label "New Awakening".
Can you tell me what that's about
To satisfy my sense of doubt?

Ahead of your time by forty score
With secret knowledge from before,
To convince the souls of lower reign
Without recieving their disdain?

And with each new day dawn awakens
Night of life is now forsaken,
Hands of time won't let you plan
Your great escape to an unscathed land

And within one fragment of time complete
There, in limbo -- flesh you meet -
And Spirit lifted in the fire
Release all pain and quench desire.

Smothered flames of Saving Graces
Songs of change are fading traces,
And in you mind are faceless faces
In a flash of light the past erases.

© 2017 by John T. Gallo
Undated (Written a long long time ago)