Within

It is almost disgusting.
How this feeling is born.
Yet it lives. Here.
Within me.

I see floating crystals rotate,
Around me. Centred.
A beautiful array of refinement.
It's only through God's eyes I can see.

Can you not feel it too?
That unborn nature.
Wretching.
It's there.
You know.

You can't be afraid of yourself.