I peer through glass at endless forms rolling across the scene.
Seeming infinite, as the bounds of time.
Purple rivers streaking down through the sky.
Drops fill the pond of life.
Intake and exhale; survival, a swell of each beat, each breath.
I finally indulge humanity and choke down the swallow of acceptance.
Lenses of truth cannot hide, the rivers that roll down pink cheeks.
Though I try with eyes squeezed tight.
And now I write.
Ink in hand; life written in scrolling light.
The ark is made a whisper, that will echo a shout.
What about Angels? Do they take flight?
Dance across silent floors
Call the world to life; a world shuttered in
No longer.
I write you alive; With words you shall rise.
Winds race and touch the hollows within
Blood pulses, the oxygen is life.
Heat pools in my core again.
Wake me up you say?
Now my fingers call you to rise.
Trace the spell of life.
Alchemical, God spun, never dead, just newly alive.
-MindInspired
Image credit to AAbAA creator @EsRevorTer (Twitter)