If I was lightning I'd burn out Sol,
And burn both retina of you all...

...To make a planet into a star;
Churning primeval consciousness
From the depths, to way out far.
Ascend, mere embers, to furnace.
Wrenching ancient fractal plains;
Fingertips blister and scar,
And heal to pain.

A fire, pure, without bias;
Like natures ‘customed trials,
Arching light made dark suffer,
Out from Asgards mountain halls.

Harmonious cacophony,
Intertwined melody,
Solar winds never rest.
Creator, Destroyer,
Dichotomous agent
At no one’s behest.

The sun sets in the east.
A Viking longboat beast,
Hidden in ripples and shimmer,
Takes to land from high seas.
Prey fight as dogs or be eaten.
Torches burn as light grows thin.

Light directed from pure energy
Through the optic omniverse,
An animal as are we,
Must contain the same burden of curse;
On our treacherous journey,
Past flesh expression of soul.
When our worldly activities cease,
We carry on through humanity.