I held the lightning As I watched the new sun walk across the sky.
The ball of endless flame lit up the new day in this endless night.
All that black was truly white.
Colors now exist.

I held the sun As I watched the lightning fill the sky.
The storms sang an opera of thunder as the rain sang in endless melody. The storm song sang rivers into the land.

I held the emerald light in my open hands and let the rain song sing it into the earth.  Soon the winds of the new day will caress the leaves of the first forest.  

In this new twilight a reset has begun. And in endless time we were back to the beginning in one leap of belief. The songs are being heard for the first time yet again.

Under the glow.
Into the subterranean.
Into the labyrinth of mushrooms.
Bioluminescent lights show me the way.  

Unable to see the sky.
I walk among the finger woods.
The lurking begins.
The watching of something in the grass beyond.

The lost ones found me.
They never went missing.
They have always been down here.
Where the world becomes bigger.

I decide to stay.
I become lost.
And found I belong.
Into the small songs below.

In this twilight.
Darkest below.
I take in the light.
Farthest below.

The dust in the air.
Ashes in your hair.
Last beginning of a night.
With no morning in sight.

The path of shadows.
Toward the afterglows.
Take my hand.
To this new eternal land.

Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.

Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.

Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.

1
Tidal grief
Wore granite
To grain

Vapour plume
Sprays as Spirit
Does

Soaring-

Ether and never
So close together

2
Angels may climb
A ladder to
Greatness-

For others

Self soaks wings
With oil
And sinks
Back
Through soil-

Heaven/Hell
All spoil

I lay here in my own arms
Cradled by an absence
Petrified in obsidian

daughter of Icarus
searching for a distant light
or maybe you've heard
the distant voice
of Harry Crosby

his Black Sun
calling you
into the Minotaur's labyrinth
on a long
lonely
night

waxen heart
wings on fire
she meets her connection
at Chik- fel- A

cross that line
past the edge

how high can you fly
and never reach the sky?