Twining Baby Gods

Baby gods growing into the ether
twining like blackberry brambles
Bursting and grumbling
Rambling over abandoned factories

Eclipsing the stagnant, poisoned atmosphere
Transcending together unbound
Entwining and winding with thick spines
accelerating as lightening hits the full moon

And further still beyond the third stellar pool
To the fifth, our soul's divine purpose
The weight of spirit anchoring our transparent veins
The ones threading through us

Collapse together to forge a new radiant universe
Our macrocosm of celestial consciousness
The clock sinks below the undergrowth
Hands reach for the sky clouds absorb the minutes

Nebulous gas and cosmic dust we summon
Swirl collectively in a burst of crystalline light


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