the current
calling, sweet, and bold — to appear as a silver bull
a distinct endeavor
i am made molten, under the weight of your spell
transformed, in sorrowful bliss,
To a cross section of color
Where the wind blows fondly, unlocking crystal gems
Buried in the undergrowth
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in my splendor
i wonder at the weight of the world
the heft of time,
which as now,
appears like an apple on a vine, not belonging, but it has grown there all the same
the whole of the universe shudders open
revealing within,
the shimmering color, the beautiful knowledge eternal,
who exists, because it was imagined there,
who came forth from nothing
whose lie became the truth that liberates the whole world
in the current i am warm, embraced by all these things,
whose sight is so clear to me now,
but whose visibility will pass
And as the time before, and the time before that,
I will seek to carry all I can of the light and the energy
Through the current, and out to the other side
Where I hope, with enough time, with enough effort
It will stick, to become eternal
To become Real
