Passing moment

I open my eyes to take in a vast blue space specked with white.
As I breathe in the first breaths i realise it is another day.
My memories come to me,  to tell me of the beautiful past
They remind me of the future in store.

My eyes close once more, and with each passing moment I feel the energy around me.
Swirling like the wind, emotions pure as the light running through them.
With each passing moment, an eager breath of life.

Open again, the material of this plane floods my vision once more.
I venture forth, into a hybrid mesh of world and man.
As I walk through their land, their energy to me comes too.
The anguish of a soiled life. The caged dreams of eternal strife.
I feel the tears protrude.

I close my eyes once more, my circle grows behind me.
Ancient entity, with me from memory point.
With each passing moment it writes itself a new line.
The endearment of my own reality, a phase of forgotten time.

I gather the circles strength, and forward push upon the blind.
My eyes again open once more, their energy remains a blatant sore.
In my heart, the darkness screams disapproval, and explodes with centric power.

As the flow takes place and I unfold, my arms wrap ribbons of life energy.
Throwing, binding, screaming and whispering.
Unto an endless sea of sadness, until I see their smiles.
My heart pauses, and the circles reflects an illusion of light.
I feel the grounds soul crush beneath, and release waves of energy.

I open my eyes into the world, and set point focus upon their lives.
Again I change phase, into a strange realm, where false purpose reigns supreme.
The whispers of the sun are kept for later perusal.
I, entranced, shed my mind.

In solace is vibration.
The shattered sounds that make a song.
I hear the call of others, and their winding visions.
And I call out, into the darkness.
Come to me, brothers of mine.

Ever

To see a place, in which would be.
In all directions, land and sea.
A wind does blow, with the gentle caress of a star.
Swirling home, till light turns dark.

Quiet place, of night and space
From within a shake
Severed sounds does a song make
And the quiet night gives way to light

The turn is over, and back around
Starlights clarity, unto the ground
Breached by floating sea vapour
Light upon your face does taper

But as you gaze, upon its marvel
The swirling home does travel
And starlights clarity gives way
To a dimly lit place, of stars astray

Flowing Sub-Sequence

Sentience assigned, eternal thought collection.
Repeating circular motions enticed through the linear illusion.
End point aligned, dynamic metric percussion.
Activated gateways denying termination points.
Forced free flowing thought, essence of the magnetic harmony of gravity.
Unseen notion, entranced in emotion. A circle within the sphere.
Breath of life, enlightened illustration of a fractal point of time.

Spreading influence with physical force. Retracting thoughts through emotional response. Anatomy of a broken chain.
The open chest reveals unknown secrets  as they oxidize,  the eternal truths tainted by reality.

Dark drawing centric maw. And existential monolith of which life once was for.
Emparted between, half understood lessons of an enigmatic life. Analogy constructed on the finite bias of an existence.

A momentary blaze, a sequence of environments, of shaped forms and memories concludes.
The trapped electricity in its own prison takes new form. Reality is created once more.

Unseen connection, through shades of non-existent variance, the link through all. Once revealed, abyssal, the immortal connection with correlation visible and obvious.
Exposed beyond centric points, through chaotic form, a monstrous conductive flow. The power to be consumed again in another form.

The alchemist to grasp at his outer existences, the energy of lost memories an apiphany. Manipulated to the ever soul that contains us all.

Immortal replications, an end point is not near, but all