Dead Landed Throws

Know matter it is a Threshold do,

the door to open is not pursued,

a view of only pass.

In mortal body an exist,

to understand the path.

The looks of stares in guides a past,

the empty is a pull,

the light to seen is not in gleaned,

experience holds the full.

Trappings of the Verse at hand,

did not come without a brand,

the forehead said it's towed.

Around the World all do go,

to what is more than just a Show,

as Ancients told of Maps in stowed,

arch the intellect to being dough.

The mixture of reality,

with Life is 'Our' mortality,

much more is learned in evened goes,

than just this written prose.