A Statue
Amazing, as I sit here like a stone,
A statue, barely evidencing breath,
Behind my limestone eyes, carved vacant,
A battle, belief probing and a price.
Artillery, and thoughts fly faster
Than my words can follow.
And even as the mortars fly,
My mind steps out . . . or up.
Away into the outside history,
A passive textbook pause for commentary
For all I know, the fight proceeds
Both oblivious to my departure �
Myself and all my conscious fuel.
Someday I�ll return to present,
Distant future done explored,
And passive greet my new mindset,
Beliefs I fought and died for while away,
An outlook won while I was out.