glimmer

 
hurt dispels the myth of charity
rich in its darkness keening moans rise
touching the depths rising ever higher...the cream
dripping indigo with deadly dreams

sigh to touch the heavens with a quickening
enough to raise the Gods
shake the houses
myths mystified

crimsin cringe it approaches
it is technology again
tag your it

does she know?

the rebellion of the men
it hurts to be this raw
I remember like it was yesterday

I wonder how long has it really been?

raise the dead and hearken
the message is written on the walls

am I awake alone?

there is nothing created in the heavens or the depths that he didn't stir
in the reckoning red glare I shiver
my last broken breath to take

I am a glimmer in the mirror
I want to shatter the glass
and awake completely

I am aware
therefor I am
from nothing becomes something
that is a gift of an author

swing high dearest Arc collector of stars
twinkle in the north signifies
it is a sign
twinkle, twinkle it is him

now shine