It shines with a pale green light,
And through it is radiance.
Radiance of all that is lush; green,
And all of the beauty of that jade,
Is wrapped in dust. Enclosed
And it lies; it does not exist,
But it surrounds that glorifying emerald,
Denying; it lives.
It shines like a thousand flames,
Yet more powerful, more brilliant,
Riding on Apollo’s chariot and,
Bringing light; and life…which?
And it bathes, and cleanses
Illuminates.
But in the stormy nights, he is refused,
He cannot enter. So;
Calmly he stands for he knows,
In his time, all will dissipate,
But he exists.
It is dawn, and the light bounces off,
Passing over the red lips of a rose,
Slowly cleansing it and its
Vibrancy becomes a thousand more,
Until it is mesmerizing; the penultimate,
Of the earliest beauty. Yet it is so;
Simple, so pure, and yet glorious.
And I am here, I shine, and yet not burn.
I am. I see. I know. I feel. I am.
It cannot dwell, if I am to have mastery,
It cannot defeat me, I will not allow it.
I am ultimate; I am the devouring maw,
I cannot lose, I must dominate; Think,
Verisimilar mes attack me; I must not diminish,
I need Energy, Power.
Finally; The soul existence is enclosed.
