Poem – Rays of Recursion

Photo by Illuminous Design on Unsplash

It’s a morning sunshine

Mirroring a bright destine

Fading in the humid hues

Evading moments of reflection

Burning in the chaos of change

Riding in the thickness of silence

Nothing short of a miracle

Nothing less than a spectacle

Awaits it’s demise in dark dimensions

It reaches out to the recurrent realms

Beyond heaven and horizon

In pursuit of prisoners of purge

Lost in the lattice of lunacy

Marching in melting patterns

Finding glory and gory alike

Ending spells of serpents