Grey and purple hues illuminate the sky above,
the melancholy of the night, disperses the void
releasing me from an earthly bond.
Poignant impetus lingers, as dusty wallows groan,
gusts of wind swarms around a sullen display;
A peace sign within the growth.
An impossible sight, but improbable at the least;
for the Sower’s nomenclature sheds no rumors.
An unseeable transference takes place,
as the seeds of his loin, rescind his law
upon the besmirched embryos of life.
Out they arise!
Disheveled, but complete…