On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.

There stood a big bot at the center of the six finger woods.
Little blue has awoken from a dead slumber.

Little blue meets everyone at the crash site.
And becomes the collector of parts for their ship.

The search begins beyond the Huttle drop.
It continues into the junk pits.

Sleet falls from the skies.
And a part has been retrieved.

The survivors smile as they're one step closer to leaving.
One step closer to going home.

Little blue enters the ghost lake.
The cut machine there is cutting.

Pieces of big bots everywhere.
And a static song ever singing in the air.  

Little blue gets past the cut machine.
Another part is found.

The singer roams about.
A large yellow bio bot scary and tall.

Little blue defeats it.
And gathers another part.

Soon the ship is ready for takeoff.
But the static song in the sky will cause it to crash.

You strange shadow people.
Behind the screen.
In-between worlds.
You think I've never seen.

Cry for the colors.
Of an uncolored coloring book.
You're empty to me.
That much I can see.

Don't feel threaten.
Just know your role.
Never mind that.
You silly brat.

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.

The light chasm.
All the way down the endless pit.
It had been here all along.

After all the stars were consumed.
The universe was the endless pit.
The all dark consumed all light that sparked and shined.
All light that glowed and illuminated.

I traversed the endless dark wilderness.
With nothing but hope.
And in doing so I left behind newborn stars in my wake.
Expanding the universe behind me.

It was never a chasm of light.
It was me.
My travels were creating a newborn light.
It's why I could never reach the light.
I was the light.