For Sight

There is a hindrance
To all the keys I inherit
When before doors behind doors
I realize,
I am never prepared.

There is a certain violence
In the transcendence of Ghosts
That bids to bruise Those before me,
As I strain to turn their sight
And so much power I can not contain.

There is a plan:
There is a plan.
And bones shall splinter within the forceful hand.