no mystic realms

on edge of vision something not of light
nor of the darkness breeding in the thought
an image that was neither made nor caught
that we imagine just may come in sight
the rules require that everything be right
not just because we have been trained and taught
but to secure all that for which we fought
and thus ensure that we may soon requite
the pains that we endured for all these years
of waiting for the change that would not come
while others climbed the hill and found the way
past anger and the blinding salt of tears
to see the greatest enemies struck dumb
on seeing what is just a normal day