HIM
He had awaken with a virgin mind,
And the body of a moistened branch in a storm-- Heavy and limp,
As it lay across the floors surface,
Like a rag draped over a sink faucet..
Recollection had ceased, as he had arisen like a shadowed flower pepping up to fresh sunlight--
Once dropping, now strong and standing..
As he began to roam the foreground in near sight,
He pondered heavily,
Step-by-step,
About his purpose.
His identity.
What was happening?
It was power and mystery he felt, as lay no other soul in sight....
He approached a privileged place,
Accented by surrounding walls of pure gold,
In which showed no reflection of himself,
Only mirroring anything but.
This realization intrigued him.
He then extended his hands into the pit of clouds,
Exposing it's anatomy underneath.
This...
This was his moment.
This was his greatest moment.
What he observed was a reflection,
But not of himself.
What starred back were...
And the body of a moistened branch in a storm-- Heavy and limp,
As it lay across the floors surface,
Like a rag draped over a sink faucet..
Recollection had ceased, as he had arisen like a shadowed flower pepping up to fresh sunlight--
Once dropping, now strong and standing..
As he began to roam the foreground in near sight,
He pondered heavily,
Step-by-step,
About his purpose.
His identity.
What was happening?
It was power and mystery he felt, as lay no other soul in sight....
He approached a privileged place,
Accented by surrounding walls of pure gold,
In which showed no reflection of himself,
Only mirroring anything but.
This realization intrigued him.
He then extended his hands into the pit of clouds,
Exposing it's anatomy underneath.
This...
This was his moment.
This was his greatest moment.
What he observed was a reflection,
But not of himself.
What starred back were...