was blind, now i see

I lost my lampstand

followed it to the edge of a texas midnight stream

collapsed at the base of a gnarled tree

scratched ’n clawed at its roots

seeking my twisted mind entwined

felt for it it in this subterranean base

entangled placed beneath the humid earth

i lost my lampstand sought the key

a firefly floated hung over my eye n’ led

to find my bloodied corpse near edge of mocking brook

to my second death I nearly fell in a waiting sinkhole

both of them berated me refused to cleanse my soul

i stumbled o’er barren soil that led to desolate desert

where the rocks taunted me and skinned my stumbling shins

came upon the midnight midst where shadows phantom grey

shimmered red in a sea of rusting lanterns lay

i smelled the thoughts of ghouls whose bony clutches reached

then beyond and with the light of billion quasars shone

he have me back my lamp

a son of man stood bloodied in the center of the universe

his words stamped upon the face of he who took my light

the son of man stood in dazzling light

with substance' truth verily clothed

surrounded by countless ones 

platinum rays, pearled pillars, precious chorus singing

he gave me back my lamp

he gave me back his lamp