Our Crystallization

Into Limbo we are born,

And in an instant,

From Limbo we are torn.

Our moments are but

Mere grains of sand.

Intertwining, fusing together,

Never to disband.

Behind us, a great mirror

Begins to take form.

Incalculable drear

Awaits upon wondering of it.

In our final moments,

We will be permitted a glance.

None else could serve as atonements

In our last remembrance.

Will the image on the reflecting pane

Allow us to depart with a smile,

Or in bereaved denial?

 

 

These questions of the future

We cannot answer.

It is only over each moment, each grain

Each step of our crystallization,

Which we reign.

For we are the architects,

Of that final reflection.

Reviews

[erika fae]

i've never written a review, so i'm sorry if my interpretations are incorrect, but this is what i got:

we are forced into this confusing physical realm, becoming insignificant, as death mocks us. we desperately reach to the past for some form of identity, something to solidify our existence, but all the searching just leaves us empty-handed. we create our destiny and only in the present can we find our deepest selves.

beautifully constructed, bryan. you are an inspiration to me :)

[OnceWitheredNigh]

Very nice... It is always good to step back from our day to day worries and put them in proper perspective when compared against the grandness of space and time.