How High Can You Get Cipher 

Becoming the keeper of the fire 
Stick stuck into sky like lightning rod, struck 
From the womb, impeccable desire 
To the tomb – Enlisting into the mystery 
Being, being present in the presence of the elements 
Stark darkness and stars crying in afars 
Circles inside of circles becoming optical illusions of spirals 
Everywhere-where you look there is a place where you could be lost 
Only thinking a coordinates based on thought, not sought 
Most are skies of glazed eyes in the bliss of this 
That you were convinced 
You wished 

In the sorrow of my solitude I focused through emerging tears 
and emerging fears 
The must 
of 
mere motes 
of 
dust 
Growing near 
to 
notes 
of 
gold-told in omnipresent 
wind blown 
The message of the maze of darkness 
embarking 
into 
Perception upon the nexus 
of 
fiery coals of fire
The next 
to 
tend the fire 
Flames and stick become staff, rising: Higher. Keeper of the fire 

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