Decision Poem by Archaeus Six

Lead us away from the centrifuge of soul,
Allow us to drift,
Through the tomb of decision,
In acceptance of the unachievable goal.

Time stirs itself into flights of adoration,
To draw out the unseen,
As everlasting ease in a picture so perfect.
Necessity unto itself; compelling oblation.

How we flea from the shroud which seeks to cover,
The inborn longing from fear,
To renewing hopes and wishes,
The most precious arsenal, of every helpless lover.

What is there to stop these wings of fire,
But a mirror-less life giving not,
A heart so withering,
Reaching through the pains to acquire.

It finds itself if the darkest hour,
As a glimmering of truth,
Engraved upon the magnificent wonder,
As a promise contained, in every unfolding flower.

Timeless now in the relinquishing hate,
Forgiveness smiles upon the maturing sins,
For those who dare,
For those who love,
And accept such fate.