Tantalizing trinkets teemed against the void, far beyond the sight of angels, open to the mutiny traversing with the verses found mute
Glory in the moments, which swayed beneath the obscurity, destiny held sanity within a broken view
Trifling vices forged in galactic timing, tricked a soul to be made anew, thus I the soulless remembered forgotten images of you
Painful in memory the prolific nebulous once star struck, and moonlit as my muse
Thee affix predicated unto an alpha baring screams of silence…the horror conversing with thy covenant bound to hollow shrieks
Open the first seal…one of many… releasing Pandora’s will as particles dance to a frequency meant for a beloved Lazarus
Let us celebrate for the rebirth belonging to hope has been liberated…no more to slumber, nor no more to dream
Yet, wakefully daydreaming about phantasms uttering truths regarding a forthcoming bloom; divergence among the stars
The flower of life and Fibonacci correlating their mathematical chemistry to relay a language coded in mysticism, thus wisdom
Chaos, galvanizing emotions, devotions therefore explosions…a universal tear marked as Nova…the corona to crown our very eyes
Planetary bombardment, seismic stagnation, catastrophic creations leaving most breathless or subsequently hold a gasping sigh
Justly, we jest justly with this divine humor to fulfill this divine story bridging this divine comedy towards our humble beginnings
Take my hand as if I was Virgil, let me show you something other than the nine, let me give you something a bit more benign
Something course, deliberate, paradiso among the magnified sky…Here lost soul your Beatrice, a Bellatrix, that no fool can deny
The song of sol, sovereign in ways together gravitational…. Pulling desperately the weight held by terrestrial inferno spheres
Balancing solar scales, orchestrating an orbital performance…minding the opera as she, the maestro prepares
Trinkets teeming, waltzing in motion, thereupon the constellations revel in attendance, a holy audience
The cosmic stage is set amidst this chronograph hereto the ages, the backdrop…Omega
Earthbound, hold steadfast as we like falling nephilim dive through the discord to walk among flora and fauna
The evolution seeded in man defined with culture, religion, and tribalism, playing thy chords stringing about natural habits
A utopian truth hidden in shifting sands, bartered history… torn relics…a book of life coinciding the book of the dead
Ancient prophecies masked as modern anomalies… maybe daisies would sway a little more transit too
Translation, adjacent, the vox-populi sits against the void, hoping to become a part of something more
Quantumly denied visual miracles attuned less than spiritual, atomically perhaps all is dystopian in this cryptic hue
However, from an afterthought beholden by a nihilistic faith, embedded within the winds art tremors and singing still
Vibrational additives, primordial accidents cleverly taken by he who dared to wonder abruptly about opening captivating seals
An encore, divinity casted to act, a revelation the beginning…as you walk on as the final scene portrayed as abstract…
– Renee Verona
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