Blue Marble. Terrarium! A terrarium really. That’s
Crystalline spheres. Resonating throughout. Sounds of
Drumming. Night time beating. Hard pounding.
Nexus. Spinning sparking strand. Pure
Antidote. Infection. Mind virus. Spreading
Introspection. Situation analysis. I think therefore.....
Segments. Slices. Slices of time. Worlds
Life. Existence. Who do I thank? For all
The council. As they come online, they’ll
Edge. Living on the edge. Between
Past. Slips away. Fades to memories.
Nothing. Nothing alike. When they arrive,
Terrarium life. Small, compact. Full
I see you. Looking back oh so many years ago.
Eyes gazed, glazed. Distant stare.