He sits
Contemplating the meaning,
Swinging on the spiral,
Until it all
Makes sense.

He screams,
Voices from every
Crevice of this Earth
Crave attention and
Beckon him.

He cries
Diamond tears from
Kyanite eyes as colors
Manifest in ways
Once unknown.

He stares
In awe of
The power the universe
Gifted to him
Through fear.

He recognizes
These paper walls,
This foil rooftop and
Questions it's lack
Of authenticity.

He feels
The comedown and
His conscience crash land,
But still, the
Changes remain.

He sits
Folding his mind
Into an oragami swan,
Hoping it won't
Fly away.