A heavy breath escapes, echoing small relief.
Mimesis– each frame a copy, each frame reflects
again, stale light suspended around your radius.
The ground spills out of the sides of its path,
forged Mountain stretches steeper, your hold
wavering, rock straining beneath your fingers in
sweet Rebellion– all air static and yours, Electric
Blue, is blue of heat: warm and warning?
such Resistance; such is, in human persistence
against the Divine. There is no escaping wrath.
This is your vengeance, the final act that repeats,
the scream that deafens in silence. Here are our
revolving cycles of Ritual. All have been found.
We have known all along. Merciless Time
Cannot stop the tide from passing, the heavens
Wait patiently. Repeat.