Receding at the edge,
of a long winters grace.
Poised in the shadows,
of our restless slumber.
Awakening from the smoldering embers,
towards the ancient paths of our ancestors.
We are the children of the Phoenix.
Throttling through the illusive holding patterns,
that galvanize our fears.
Stretching across the Aquarian sky,
with an unfounded potential for multiplicity.
Breaching the hull of the superposition,
on the crest of a collapsing wave function.
A boundless causality approaching,
the ethereal landscape of infinity.


Poem By
Stephen K. R.
©2007