The Voice.

As i snap my fingers hanging , in yesterdays moment , to drive out the mist spread in patches , there in my greenery so vivid ,

To gaze and cut the strings , which hold back the soaring creature , the feature of my near future , projected in one colour ,

Waiting in its shell of viewed depravity , so aware of-the-sweet-infested-could-be reality ,





I rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. Come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







Closely following the tracks imprinted , in yesterdays soil , i walk out into the mirror beneath me , watching the soles reflect ,

A refrain in that jist of the wind , now blowing by across the moving creature , pushing the inners of its cozy shell to crack ,

Catching a glimpse , of the waiting outside , to reeling in sensation-of-feeling-the-beautiful clarity ,





I rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







As i try and clear the space out , in yesterdays time , to make way for potential well filled with infinity , my boat to sail away ,

The medium responds blithely , pitching in with the creature , happy little winged fire-flier , erupting genuinely , transcending circles ,

Patiently dishing out , all imagined perfection , for the would-be-exotic-sensation-fraught presence ,





i rise against , but...





The voice says , " Zone out of there. Come here to me. I wait for you , in all of time , with glory. "







Then , in a momentary occurrence of reality ,



Somelight hits me , through the shadowy patches of my greenery ,



and i sense the aroma of what's coming to be ,



and i take what is required , to release the noose .



But poetic breakdowns inside me start to spiral , as the voice resonates ,



and the symphony of yesterdays hit me , hell , I thoughtlessly tie the noose ,



killing the feature , and the story to be told.



Now , the voice says , " Give in to me . I wait for you , in all of time , with glory . "



and , i inhale the past air ,

and , i flail my arms ,

And i give in , to this burst of me ,

happily.