Revolution

Certain circumstances pull stronger than other Times.
Particular places live longer than other Realms.
Specific souls move faster than other Lives.

Circular paths twist invisible roads through unchosen Springs and Summers, forgotten by the dark Sun that warms their frozen Hearts.

As the cold darkness of Enlightenment envelops my being, I stare upwards.
Upwards to the cause of all, beneath me it lies.

It seeks something with Words that cannot approach its goal.
Perhaps it knows to where or from what it travels.
Possibly it will one day depart the Destination, later arriving at the Source.

The Endless become complete.
Those lacking Genesis receive beginning.
They come together, separating one final Time.

Let the storm drive away the darkness.

One thing is as sure as the emptiness above.
Revolution is coming.