Fireflies

Behind my heart there lies a dusty jar full of wild-eyed fireflies…

Caged between long forgotten dreams and raging fires of unspoken desire.

Their prison radiates with vibrational iridescence.

Crazed, wild-eyed fireflies take flight… bathed in bioluminescence.

Shimmering in mass within this cylinder of perfectly impenetrable glass… mad fireflies wildly fly in search of a glimmering path… beyond the perimeter… a path they no longer remember

The jar behind my heart aglow… dangling delicately as it approaches the horizon just below.

Crazed fireflies swaying from here to there; ceaseless motion with no resolution… no conclusion to their precarious plight.

The wild-eyed drift in tune with the wafts of a curious breeze.

The means of entry yet unknown

Teeth clenched... their magical light harmoniously illuminates the darkness… the only hope left in this cavern of perpetual starkness.

Their madness enigmatic. Seething…pent up intensity; a blight upon what once epitomized whimsical majesty. Their current reality has rendered all historical data fantasy.

If they were free could they return to a state of sympathetic resonance? Once again dancing and intertwining their tiny lanterns in mirthful wonderment.

Or would they tear it to shreds with unimaginable reckless abandon? Reducing the environment to tattered ruins… mere ash and sediment.

Starving, crazed fireflies destroying the world they once gleefully inhabited.

To control is to destroy

The road to freedom is a journey and the parameters cannot follow a formula. Although, perhaps a subtle nod to Pythagoras might work. A theorem might be the key to unlock a piece of the mystery.

Alas!! Utter exasperation! there is no indication of how fireflies… crazed, mad and wild-eyed will ever succeed in fleeing this cage of endless desperation.

Escape will not be predictable or easy to plot.

At least not for wild-eyed fireflies… locked for a thousand years... in a dusty jar… cracking… ever so slightly... behind a rock… whose refuge they once sought.