STAIRCASE
redemption of you steps in front if this ocular silhouette
    such cold abrasive, unforgiving of deficency
        I can look down upon your aggregate and see my reflection
             seen through your arranged rocks of populous sizes
                 each one of its stones tell its own truthfull story
                     their stories of time held up for feet
                         one step, two steps, all leadung ascendances
                             up the hierarchy to my destination of significance
                                 higher I go I strive for perfection
                                     I follow the artery to the final destiny
                                         I am met with this opaque wall of actuality
                                             no further I shall pass it is for the luminary