These Deadly Sins; se7en

The first sign of liftoff is muted, almost unseen from this natural stance of mostly-nots.
I have broken a wall cleanly down with my shattering hands and cannot see the flood approaching in relevance.


And when the molded golden flow has been found in my blood's flowerbed of whispers; it's like all these stadium lights came on at once to blind us.
The first wave of singularities brushes past me as a warm breeze might pass a lonely sunflower on its way to the open pastures of my contention's craving.

So with an air of forsaken dignity, my eyes begin to show me the patterns of my perception's attempts to digest; my skin breaths in the aroma of the ocean's climaxing body of acceptance; my mind tastes the swollen fruits and sticky leaves of the rapidly growing root's expression of existence, the sprouting tree of handling the truth.

And all the while in the foreground of my subconscious an entity swells and exits the shadows: there is something else observing and reflecting my soul from the comfort of our condition.
Survival's lies die trying to convince us still that I am I and You are not; the pull of the distant music reveals this inconsistency and implodes the illusion.

I could feel my hair growing, all at once, reminding me of every One: each single little thing is positioned in time space with meaning.
We are rippling from the center ourselves, expanding, and learning how to limp with these scars.
Like a cell amidst the plethora, I can hear the cacophony rising to a crescendo of 'this is what my mind is now'
I am a God! (a Man, a traveler, a dagger's side, a weary warlord in a shady palace)

Instrumental and gorgeous, pulled tightly across the edge of realization like the skin of the jester's drum.
These hands have cradled infinity; the passionate fires of our enlightenment were spawned long ago in my steel-strung soul, and the salvation of my avarice is resultant from the blazing heat.


So now with the eyes of a deity and the strong will of delusions' spite, I can bless the blessings bestowed and count my fingers until I get put back.