straight up, the ego pounds within my fire is stronger, yet no blessins fake sparks you ignite only to die cause you can't feel this level so high beyond time and space into blissful daze expression is truth yet people forget anything is written without introspect do you feel the words you speak and right in the depths of your soul and blinded by light walking by feel and not by sight does the word let you let go of the plight ? naw cause people are fake in here you need to ask yourself, not some seer so much praise for that which is incomplete maybe poetic, but not a spiritual feat these threads of logic seem to collide untangling thought but never does it subside cause this truth just ain't comin from mind or body, it ain't happening so the inner child I deny cries for praise and love to raise the child of innocence to a union of consonance disappearing dissonance but I know deep down the **** is fleeting two dualistic sides keep on fighting but there is a middle ground and truth ego and knowledge made me forget the root it's all love it's all love
for the first two-thirds of the poem, i was confused about what you were getting at...but the last part says it all... good work.