Mystery

Sitting on the rocks
with the pain shot down my legs
where standing is not truth
yet sitting holds no grace

Thinking of the mystery
that cannot be unsaid
and knowing of the wire
that binds me and says I'm dead

The blades of grass that cut me
and the pillars of smoke that blind me

The tides of sea that stop me
and the sprite filled flames that feed me

I'm caught up in the wire
and thinking of the mystery