in the beginning
i’m rising like a landmass
uncarved like Pangea
unbridled like a dragon 🐉
whose fire finds the hero by
skimming along the craggy coastal line
overlooking colors, scanning its domain
yellow warm lay the grasses
pleasant in the sun, combed by the wind
deep green rise the forests
protected humus layered depths
tangling tree fingers spread with skies
fractals finding spaces to replicate
this Earth’s anchor is a morphic reminder
that nothing is solid
we are in the center as awareness, golden
flowing molten iron swirling,
balancing aurora flashing green tones
while the amethyst crystal horizon line
guides us into the dusk of
our true and formal beginning: the end.
All that comes with the setting Sun.
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