Chemically weak,
and under cavernous subterranean influence;
reptile-minded magma flows out of tears
in tactile thought-streaming fissures,
wounding the closures of past 'victories'.
Devouring vindication, the scene rushes to the onlookers,
entrenching them unawares in wars of an eternal nature.
Doubting enthusiasm for waking days and blinks of night,
Time refracts the emotions sent to nether tethers.
A compilation of subjective moments,
tangible form belies its own nature
by burning through a temporal fuse.
Infinitesimal, yet macroscopic,
this volatile thread culminates best
through the innate imagination.
Cosmic essences,
sprouting descendant branches
in an endless suite.
[00:44|09.7.015] ©c.thom
