Its an interesting glow, isn't it?
It radiates outward and toward
And the chasm could consume it
But I could swear it was a nova
And I was blinded, yet enthralled.
I'm not to see but it was everything.
It might have been a grain of sand,
But mightn't be it a galaxy the same?
Touch my amazement, and say it,
Tell me a word and have it mean stars.
Teach me so I may keep my stillness,
But breathe me into the vacuum and
Let me burn alive and bask in spite
Of an eternal abyss, I harbour no fear.
Bury me in the apocalypse that is the
Destroying of history to build a future.
Leave me free of sinewy shackles and
Give me eyes to take consumed light.
Break this boney prison and release a
Prism to reflect each plane for a billion.
I've marred and marked and carved
Its flesh a thousand fold without joy.
The simplest answer is usually truth.
The simplest form must be the truer.
Its a cosmos hidden within a shroud.
It could have been a sliver of glass or
It might have been a drop of rain but
It was also a million waves if but one.
Mirage or momentary mutation of the
Conscious or perhaps the sub and sum.
Seconds could tip forward; backward
And I would be rapt forever in this one.