Vision Poem by Gene Simia

As I look inward, deep introspection revealing my inner vision, My thoughts illuminate my imperfections with precision. My love though distant and seemingly obscure,
unable to upbraid, uphold and endure.

The race I run with Time though long,
I soar above the countless throng.
With my eye on the prize I long to possess,
one step to the fore, and an infinite regress.

I let my intuition grasp, as if only to clasp,
the truth so real I can feel its presence.
The Universal Truth I seek, changing as in doublespeak,
my eyes though fixed have all but grown weak.

Oh God it is you I entreat! Have mercy on your creation!
Restore my vision and my inclination!