Lo that I see
The Sea of Flesh
But it is not often so visible
The curvatures and formless forms
Coalescing in strange and fantastic shapes
Shapes that abide by and disregard all meaning
From a distance, the surface appears calm
Disjoint only in the shifting of hues and the amalgam of colors
Yet look more closer and the motion is revealed
The writhing, convulsing, spastic ripples
Lost in the subdued chaos of the larger waters
I am left adrift in turbulent surf of disquiet
Look not upon the ruinous wastes
Take no comfort in the fields
Find no peace within the woods
There will be no fires left to light for gods and man
No souls shall ascend nor descend
As the Father and Mother leave this world behind
No graves will be covered with fresh earth
The theater lays ever dormant
Illumination
Celebration that alights the face and the soul
Entering upon a crossroads to an unknowable end
Exhilarating and enticing
Go boldly forward
Embrace and explore
Stumble but to rise unhindered
Forgo the mirror and begin to emulate the reflection
Waking unto a foreign dawn
Brace the passage of time
The succulence of memory
The richness of each scene of every passing moment
Graveness is not added but lifted
Soar forward with burdens unhinged by newfound flight
The Sun to rejuvenate resolve
The Moon to maintain the horizon
The Heavens shall be ever open
Go swiftly with zeal