What tribulation is suffered
By one who really knows
That entities exist who really don’t.

Creatures of and for this dimension only,
Time, space and patience unknown;
Ignoring all relation to another.

I know my patience, time and space,
But still must share this world
With those whose ignorance shall reign.

If they were One they’d be aware:
Futility redefined as pleasure.
Still I wonder why we left perfection.

Becoming trapped within the three:
Three bars in the window to eternity;
Bars unseen behind the curtain
Of fabric woven of fear – this material
Can be seen through after death,
But because it’s material, a Spirit
That’s ethereal cannot open it.

I know what’s there.
I know what’s behind it.
Do I dare?
Will the Light be too strong?
Do I really know how to open it?
Or is it dust if I’m wrong?
Still dust: I’m not wrong.