The Old Blog in the Desert

Read between the lines.
Do not question all this,
Jus’ read…see the signs
See quick, easy to miss.
Sickness overcomes him,

He overcomes a sickness.
Bright is day, still the dim
Faced down must confess.
There is the end of it, all,
No more than in-between

Where man comes to fall.
His real features are seen.
Glory-to-glory, no more
There is shame and fear
By the knock at the door.

Listen, listen, stop, hear.
Nothing more to be said.
Empty words, bare vines.
Body lives, soul is dead,
Read between the lines.