In the pages I’ve touched 

Had Dust of a land I sur exists 

My instinct was clutched 

A thought that persists 

 

Ive searched till I crutched 

Ive hated my trips 

The eyes that were clushed 

By the wholeness I’ve seen 

 

A consuming lust 

To all my being 

A building trust 

The curse of freeing 

 

I’ve looked so much 

But denied reaching 

My fear was such 

I started preaching