i once believed in the infinite hands of time, the metronome beating as a distant storm front bleeding tears for others' sorrows, never my own-
now, a crackling pulse, thundering across splitting fields, beckons; I fall on brittle knees, the slash of biting steel caresses my flesh; the lion's roar unburdens my soul.
Gravitating to an unfamiliar tempo, thrashing from former convictions, my eyes cast upward peering through the womb of a universe unborn, where destiny lay still fused between my teeth, upon the soft palette of newly christened beliefs-
lightning blisters a design (once ordained) into rubble the misaligned truths- of who I am what purpose my hands preserve; where do these unparalleled seasons lead?
I resolve to follow the heart toward a liberating chasm of steadfast dreams it seems my journey begins . .