Awakening

I found myself staring
into the abyss
saw the old one’s eyes
staring back at me.
The gaze of the gods
piercing and still
with steady footing
gargantuan and wise.

Their power elusive
their shadows cold
drifting in space
the planets of old.
Formulating plans
awaiting commands
with our deepest worship;
they cannot return.

Travelling closer
clouds become black
lightning and thunder
the aurora cracks.
Birds flying across
a monstrous form
appearing in view
rain breaks the approach.

Another god awakens
from the ground under foot
covered in soil, moss,
bark and roots.
The size unmatched
shaking the Earth
beckoning the animals
and plants to the surface.

A god from the oceans
breaks through the waves
of barnacles and seaweed
a swiftness to amaze.
He shelters creatures
and plants from the sea,
whales sing his return
calling to creation.

Sky, earth and ocean
arrive in good time
they begin their work
in song and in rhyme.
Repairing the damage
man has long wrought
before Mother Earth
crumbles to naught.

The god of the skies;
Atmos the overseer.
The god of the earth;
Titan the steadfast.
The god of the sea;
Leviathan lifegiver.
Together again to heal
our home and our hearts.

A cyclopean city
where they dwell as men
emerges in the mountains
the source of all strength.
They take on new forms
as man and as god
from the city they plan
on the earth they trod.

The call of their return
rings in our ears
their dread filled awakening
takes many years.
The size is collosal
their movement vague
in slow motion
their bulk shudders awake.

The planet torn asunder
life begins anew
assymetry and symmetry
spirals and fractals.
As if inked in pen
designed from the cosmos
the world begins again
a beauty to behold.

Fabric

In the beginning
there was no sound,
then came a hum
a gentle vibration
turning into a voice
a harmony
a chorus
a symphony
of incredible mystery
a perfect symmetry.

Order from chaos
swirls and eruptions
torrential bursting
randomly searching
for the life
that preceeds it
with the movement
that recieves it.
Forever in concert
a cosmic masterpiece.

Causation in existence
leads to a notion
in an instant
eons of brilliance
information transference
a quirk of intelligence
constructed by scientists
in the language
of numbers.

Destruction
from the multiverse
equal to the hole in us,
it always saddens me
how we destroy the melody.
I could show everyone
the collapse of the world
the abyss swallowing words,
I would be god
revert humankind
with empathy and mind,
I would be goddess
reword the swarms
reverse havoc wrought.

But for now I weep
internal
imperfect apocalypse
die eternal
children and animals
scorch in the inferno
to ever wander and
trespass in limbo
all is forgotten
in the night
of the hallowed.