Ever God

I feel the tingling
presence of something
calling out to me,
reaching for my mind;
reaching for a hold on me.
Staring into dark pits,
I try to realize my shadow,
I try to cause it pain;
I try to wake it
with a poke. At what? other soul-felt bleeding:
it won't awaken...I am dead.
Dead, dead, dead inside!
I'm bleeding out my soul every moment
thinking of something softer,
something more like the obvious.

Obviously, pain doesn't affect you.
It's so obvious you can handle your world,
because your world is only girls or boys;
your world is only chores or work.
The world is tons of pain in netting
that we are all trapped in.
We are trying to make the best of

Life!
Is life worth living, if you can't see what it really is?
Life!
Is it worth seeing, if you can't really feel?
Alive!
Is it worth being, if all it is is passing by?
Alive!
Is it worth struggling through, if you don't accept you have to die?

Awakening me, opening my eyes,
reaching inside of me,
pulling out my consciousness:
showing it life,
showing it the beauty,
revealing all its wonders,
unveiling all its atrophy;
Unraveling the life that binds us all to a sense of normalcy,
showing me the unearthly;
making seen celestial ties of us all to the buzz.
The pulse that pushes about our veins,
the flow of care and chance,
allowing blood to wrap its way around me,
opening my eyes to the presence of an Ever God.