I see 23
A dozen times a day.
The more at peace the more I see.
I am a man with a mask stumbling astray.
His face too scarred for people to see.
His arm too limp to use freely.
Who sees his reality
Frozen and thawed
From the outside looking in.
I wonder if we are free?
Many would say God is Love or God is One.
Some say that God is a disease.
It all began with a huge explosion.