Fragile nothings,
Spirals of emotion –
Adrift on cosmic winds.
Souls burning like flames,
In the dark.
White hot.
World Serpents,
Drinking what’s left of worship –
Coiled across a universe.
Coils warping space time,
Where they tangle.
This age of fire,
Is fleeting.
The chance at a golden age,
Passing us by,
In orbits of centuries.
Jotnar like us,
Speak in millennia –
Having silently observed,
Most of human history.
Such memories are eidetic,
Playing on repeat,
Or upon request.
Stars,
Shining brightly in the void.
Goldilocks dreamings,
Of just the right ecologies for life.
Pretend,
Play imagination,
With me.
Create a world where such a cryptid,
Might know love.
Ragged as we can be,
Having survived at all cost.
Bring me to old mantras,
Visions held as places of peace.
Endless fields of flowers.
Single tree upon a grassy hill,
Blue skies,
White clouds.
Wind blowing hearty.
Can see the noonday winds,
Rustling through the sun dappled deciduous trees.
Such Beautiful Sadness,
Held in trying to forget.
Not all memories are so kind.
Why is it,
That such monsters as us,
Know the truest horrors,
Of humanity?
Which of these curses,
Made it so?
Ocean swells,
Around the boat.
No land in sight.
Valleys travelled –
Memory of a thousand journeys,
Down the same roads.
Each curve instinctual,
Each trail walked enough times,
To know the journey intricately in our head.
Blaze,
Little soul.
Blue or white,
Hottest of them all.
We root for you,
You know.
Ostracized as we are.
Hoping,
That humanity will find a way.
We remain burning in the dark,
Keeping the heat on –
For those who cannot survive the cold.
Hungering for light,
Manic for redemption.
Yet.
Some mistakes,
Cannot be redeemed.
Inflate my lungs,
With dreams.
So I may take control,
Of my nightmares.
Burn bright,
Little souls.
Burn Bright, Little Souls.
