in what archaic light might i be made to be seen pure? when shadows will not taint the progress of a life reborn & what projection may impart the whole of what i truly am? in what dimension might we see outside of where the fringes end?
to recognize a truth how can we say we know it’s path? when even light may bend and ruse, deceive the structures of the past. to awaken any hope, hold fast to faith in what you know, but even that is made like sand elapsed, with no hands made to hold
unbound by words or thoughts alone, the spirit flies above the sea & language foreign to the earth, can somehow now make sense to me. the ancient life, known before birth, the way we were before; is somehow still a flick'ring flame that burns forevermore.
so cast your burdens to the wind that carries our hearts home. a vast new force from deep within has overturned all stones. within the currents, all encompassed progress, not our own. as galaxies may shift, so may all hearts become one home.
panoptic |paˈnäptik| adjective showing or seeing the whole at one view: a panoptic aerial view.