Invisibly standing under a pale light moon

Reading the past into my future like a rune

I think of things done and that I’ve viewed

And see quite clearly how much of it is skewed

Somewhere in a life borne of heaven and hell

I opened the doors of perception to this tale

A sacramental vision has been incorporated

Into the times that I’ve lived however jaded

Seeking out that perennial sense of philosophy

Some believe underlies the pretense of theology

I came seeking only knowledge and truth

Things that have eluded me since my youth

I now stand cleansed of all things but this man

Opening the chinks of my abyss the best that I can