The spirit
Levitates
Leveling the wavelengths
Unidentified destiny
Drifting towards
The clasp of titans.
Time beckons
But lies distant
In a field fettered by the
Hurling of a thousand dreams
Destiny possessed,
Gravity is an afterthought
Dreams paint the edge
Illuminating the palms
Grasping them.
The bodies lift,
Watch
Them
RISE.
J.T.