Six
Miles High
©
2015 Rolland G. Smith
I
see the earth from miles’ high
Against
the norm of common sense.
It
happens every time I fly
And
see the planet thus condense.
I
ask the question from my perch
Why
is it we can't get along?
The
answer perks from soulful search;
It's
inward where all truths belong.
I
oft look there in silent time
And
know there is a mystic lock
That
opens minds to what's sublime,
Though
many see an opaque frock.
It's
just a curtain, I declare
And
all are able if they choose
To
push it free from everywhere.
A
few will try, but most refuse.
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