I have swam an eternity
escaping frigid indigo sin.
My quest; to inspire. Stuck
between projected laws of relativity
enamored by majestic echoes, oh Salvador!
Was this the provenance? Wellspring rushes -
gushes realization, absorbed ideas
as though they were wafting incense.
I knew, now...
To leave this astral plane I must woo
these ominous moments - guide them.
Lead them to solid ground.
I shall caress them; adore them.
Salvador! Ready your mind - here comes
your awakening. Treat them well.
I've attained my quest, upon my emergence
the salvo will begin.
Time falls; Salvador is struck - flaccid.
