The crescendo had all but split the sky in twain.
I staggered now weary, toward thunderous breaks.
I fell to my knees, on the shores of the Coral Sea.
Her heart was hamm’rin in my shallow chest,
as the maelstrom unleashed its’ opening volleys.
I’ve spent enough time dead, to know this is worth living for.
I keep finding the shards, scattered across space and time.
The echoes of my decision, reverberate in fractal light.
With cold logic I trace a path, beyond brimstone and fire.
A part to play in all of this, to better all my worsts.
As the downpour battered my soul, so relentless;
all the vapid misconception, burnt away.
Drinking in the blooming clouds of frankincense smoke;
I began to truly feel that, home was near.