the fellowship of men
fleeting and stark of eye
acid of fear churns out
burn away the phoenix fly

tender psyche drifts aloft
hunger feelings grasping
blanketing our inner thoughts
that dare speak everlasting

smallest of the voices wisp
both sounding like true me
golden thread in darkest night
the lone truth teller of Thee

separate the layers each
onion skinned and cold
tender touch and sorrow brief
leave naked raw and bold