Enclosed

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.