Micropoem #3

somethings require extrasensory perception;
a discerning spirit that is able to distinguish
the supernal light from the infernal darkness.
for we humans are merely temples of spirits
that pilot our flesh, circumnavigating 
our course on earth with each and every
ascent beyond materialism or descent
into the carnal throws of self-gratification,
and depending on who we allow to occupy
our space, the charted path to resurrection 
either lands at the destination or crashes &
burns...