You cannot build a spiral tower
to reach The Purest Sky:
Th'higher & higher your tower climbs
th'lower you sink (to) die
You can build yourself a Rise
from your human futility
by daring that profound device:
Humility !
So shine as you will
O Star Divine!
Vision is yours--
( not mine )
All we own
is earthen eyes
that will not look
on Paradise,
that never know
except The Lowest Woe:
The Highest Truth
gets in our way
where we crawl, unforgiven,
towards a fairer Day
(yet trying to get even).