The highest mountain. The lowest Black

Can I help this world. It seems lost. What can I do ?

You see that plane
I'm higher up here
See everything from up
Here. The whole world
Dove on my shoulder
Singing in my ear

I looked down North.
Dove’s tears roll Rapidity
Wants to water out
The fire. Ice cold.
He sees such anger
From old and young.

I looked down East
Everything a black haze
Everyone knows and doesn’t
It’s already poisoned their temple
Of normality. Of love.
Dove want to help.
No-one answers him.



I looked down south
Smutty. Dove calls, no
One hears him. Distraught.
Flesh aches for release.
Never quelling the burn
Have there pained flesh
Only gains in frustration.

I looked down West
Mother looking for him
Where could he be
Sleeping. He flies above
The dove smiles now
A playmate. A Brother.


I looked up at the sky
The dove whispering into my ear
Speaking in another worldly words
I can fix this. You can fix this.

As I felt the wind upward through my hair
Ready to help this world. I wondered
Would I be alone. Will I have help
The dove does all he can.
Will he send spirits to me
I pray for this.
it will come. It shall come.