My #life Part #4 Lying on softest snow that never melts With beauty that never sways My tears tear themselves awake I am within an impossible dream A place of distinction and separateness I dare not call it true But for the madness it would deposit That would infect my fragile heart So I am protected by doubt My cynicism a shield borne by necessity To trust my perception is dangerous Especially the hope that permeates my consciousness Like a torch I cannot extinguish, Fueled by incessant desire. Even the texture of God’s calloused hands Cannot breach my bleeding fortress Or resonate within my diminished exterior Now creator If you be more than a passing delusion If your flame be stronger than my moistened wick Then tear down this palace of illusory mirrors And transform my existence to a memory Only you can posses