slate and silver
and cold ice blue
with the eye of god
blazing through
as a child I was taught
never to look
the answers hid
in a great dark book
if you look in his eye
you may go blind
that wasn't the answer
I set out to find
I never believe
what I cannot see
so I gazed on death
gazing back at me
the hot white sun
yet spared my sight
I knew it could lead
me into the light
slate and silver
and cold ice blue
the earth below
the sun shining through
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