Aftermath In the Garden
Orb pulsates above a secret door,
proudly beaming about the find,
skitters to and fro as if to etch the coordinates into
a celebration of the surrounding nearby.
Of the place of beginnings.
Time's ancient entrance to the worlds.
A runic gate to Eden, a pictograph upon it's revealing console o diadems.
Like the Grand Bard's picture book, too non-chalantly adorned.
An enchanted catalyst, woven in cosmicly
threaded cover.
Embedded at guide post, depicts a scene
pleading innocence, curiosity, as it's heading,
carefully read-over by
Celestial Familiar.
Through astral dance, it traverses the leads,
hook_ins, and feeds,
that re-tell of warnings and deceit.
Where destiny consoles, inevitability's
concede of seeding
curiousities.
Salts-consecration of firmamentality,
lending eventuality,
Pillars, book-ended in harmonics, looped back to the beginning-gable of humanity in Operatic story.
Formulaic tables of creation set
amidst the night's canvas, stars shimmer
and pantomime constellations
the way they used to be.
Mirrors of dreams,
reflecting desires unbound, and sympathies
found in the depths of twilight garden,
our yearnings raise, and ask for pardon.
Flowering passions, where forbidden grove is found guarded upon.
Upon the rugged shore, where waves collide,
echoes of nature's furys that sing of sentencing,
to the grand designs.
Messenger harbinger tells what it knows.
Spilling onto the beached Dawn the gossip of it's flow.
Mankind humbled, in the face of eyes open wide.
In a symphony of chaos, the lyric sublime,
held aloft as a question to be answered by Journey,
Time.
Supernaturally, the natural cast, cast aside,
naked and hungry, for the choice taken in stride.
Knowledge is given to test the pass of
metamorphosis, in alchemy in sight.
In the ancient forest, the beasts conspire this new meaning,
our connected canopies aligned.
Beneath a harvest moon, our existence cosined.
Hearts transpire the meaning of this new poetry,
the elixir of life-connected by the divine, knowingly.
Yet, amid the shattered fragmentations,
hope ascends, a new station.
A phoenix reborn,
from the King of wounds heals open,
transcends all doors and limitations.
With Love's courage unfurled, price paid, Eternity's Strongman mends,
from the deepest scars
of dissidence-obleedience,
blooms beauty, rarest of scents,
Salvation.
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