Spirit Eye

It’s investigating: seeking out the root. Spirit wrestles spirit;
And soul wrestles soul. An edge of anger: something steel;
And smiles are seething. Waves are falling: a mist of presence:
A tent of energy; and spirit moves inhibition: alert to false

Dispositions. I pace and pause, and listen keen: and something
Leaps, a slice of fey; and still—the anger; and still—the war.
Some are powerful; and thus, equipped: a flex of mind: a
Wealth of tears; and thus, the earth: a sphere of roots; and thus,

The heart: a sphere of flame. Such moments are destined.
They speak to folly—and self examination; for life, a mere
Operation, lived in the Spirit; and thus, the carnal suffers; and
Thus, imbalance; but soar we must, despite the claims; and war
We must, despite the fragments. For something moves, a
Thought and web; and something hates: a building grudge.