2 December 2012
It is dark, but I can see creation; ancient, intricate, exquisite, and magnificent.
It is dark, but I can see a vast pool of evolution; death and life, sex and birth, bloody and magnificent.
It is dark, but I can see a knowledge; a knowing, a true understanding, of a world, of a place, of a wood, of a roof, of a man. Of a man's life, magnificent.
It is dark, but I can see ancient echoes of sentience; fathomless. Glowing softly, and magnificent.
It is dark, but I can see tiny retina; infinite black holes of vital energy, their gravity extraordinary, compelling, deadly, and magnificent.
It is dark, but I can see a strange, hypnotic light; becoming brighter over Time. More brighter and more magnificent than you, more magnificent than I.
And then, it is gone.
It Is Dark, But I Can See... • Opuss № I