Through my glass on the world
I spy two riders in the distance:
one wears red, the other blue,
both whispering secret commands
to the horses they ride. Through
my glass on the world I spy
trees that speak through wind
mysteries only time can say,
silent to all who would break
the code. Through my glass on
the world I spy an angel garbed
in the tatters of a homeless man,
begging for change, blessing
passersby without their knowledge.
Through my glass on the world
I spy the end of the world: it comes
quietly, not through a grand
sweep throughout all the lands
all at once, but through a million
small things that add together,
whose purpose is not clear
until all things are turned from
their ways, until it is too late to
start again... and then you finally
understand why. Come, and see.
me?!