The Shining Light
When the shining light comes again
everything shall be perfect
I crackle with fire and die in my eyes
and all things are in my hands.
I cut apart the world from me
and reform it in my image
everything is possible
and those possibilities intoxicate.
Electrified borrowed mind
a radar for all under
lungs straining for that higher breath
once no more a human.
I transform transmutate
become an aethereal force of light
and change my hopes and dreams
into ever present maybes.
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