I am from the phosphorescent fish in the deep
whispering cryptic secrets as they sleep.
Of a time when the earth was angry and black.
Its scorching surface chapped and cracked.
I am from the sun and Luna moon,
their impenitrable presence, so large they loom.
Two silent sentitenals gaurding the sky
urging the minds eyes to chance its flight.
I am from the ephemeral awareness,
the treasure of our conciousness,
creative catharsis at its purest peak,
Listening closely you'll hear it speak.
I am from the quaking oncoming storm,
a heavenly god, given form.
The jagged beads of silver rain,
dancing manically across the window pane.
I am from the worn creased folds of the map.
The one that reveals all the unmarked paths.
Hidden in the garden of my kin.
Waiting serenley to be sought agian.
I am from the electricity of an eye to an eye
the mutinous thought of what it'd be to die.
In the midst of euphoria so righteous and good.
Pondering a reflection yet to be understood.
I am from a frenzied thought on high,
the reality of circumstance floats right by,
only a lonely provocation into a world of dread,
tempting though it may be to split the thread