Beauteous insurgence
of emotions from the nether realm
beget to me a sense of solidarity.

As the veil shifts
and fissures form,
my thoughts are swarming
with indulgence,

for I know the time is nigh,
and ripe with wonder.

It is the beauty of the spirit
that sparks light in life,
and time is ridden
throughout our fragile minds
as we embark upon this journey
of baited transience.

I rise up from the ashes, now,
and choose to make of myself anew;
beginning where I thought my self had ended,
and emerging,
renamed as Allbecoming.

I see Us, and smile,
for understanding is a kinship
only found when thoughts
surrender to the stars,
and all is one.

I am nought,
and return to clay,
to be remolded.

I am love, untouched,
and you are the earth
that presses against my form,
thereto unfold me.

I am lattice,
growth, and strength,
and you are all that holds me.

You are the love amiss, and now,
when I am forced to reminisce,
I know the feigned nostalgia of old-life
is but a whisper in the breeze,
incomparable to the needs
you fulfill,
without me ever having seen them as such.

Your love is blinding,
but my eyes are opening wide,
dilated, and ready to receive
the light you cast;

it blends with shadows,
and amassed,
is my only guidance
through dark dismay.

You are renegade,
and I am nomad.
You are the one
through whom my soul
should coalesce,
and form a balance.

You are mother
and child.
You will never
be forgotten.