Raptures release

I am ravenous as I set to quench hungers fill
Upon the bottomless well of ink
The myriad of clustered threads
Are spun like spiders webs
Across the mines of minds
A perpetual clematis of creeping scenes
Breaking flowers in all the seems
It’s heart stands as the lone Wellingtonia
A giant above the shrouds of trees
The defiance of time will be as a mist
To evaporate with the kiss of light
And burn under the eyes of suns
Flayed, running across the broken red skies of dawn
To rain upon mountain ranges
Brokered with the rising of earths mite
I sink the quill to gorge my will
To bask within its quickening fill
The streams of mind and rupturing confines
The release of attention brought to bare
Within a single moment of space and time
Pulls shoulders in line, straightens the spine
As the whip of ages cracks the skin of time
There is now no defile of mind
That will turn that hand of mine
For upon the page it falls
In answer to the hammers ring
Across the molten core of steel to sing
The history of being and yet to be
All attention wrought
Is cast within a single throw
And line of ink
For all to see
What it means
For me
To be