Void Flower

What of this world is ever so wild where shadows of silence reside.

Collisional visions begin as the infinite sings in the heavenward night.

Inquisitive whim with a kiss of the vivid, intrinsically given to life.

Whispering rivers of prismatic silhouettes swim in the pineal eye.

The blink of an aeon, an ocean, a neurone, the rise of an infinite mind.

To shimmer and wither, shiver and glitch.

To fall with a quivering sigh.

To spin in an endlessly empty forever.

Silently mesmerised.

To sing in a luminous crystalline bliss.

Wildly spiralling shine.

Spin in an endlessly empty forever.

Celestial spectres in flight.

Spin in an endlessly empty forever.

Nevertheless in the light.