Sands of Time

A finite vessel opens up to the infinite

Through a black gaping hole

Pulling in the light rivalling a blackhole

Unsure of vibrations absorbed

And sure of what lengths it can allow to come forth

Peering out into the distance

The peak of evolution contained

In a small space no larger than

A single coin dollar

A rope emanating from my unique consciousness

Can at will make them vibrate

Triggered like a child recoiling from trauma

Like a bee trapped in a cup buzzing left to right

Trying to mark its escape

The power of God has been used

For even weaker endeavours

Yet the brownest of brown sand dunes

Don’t seem to shift in their periphery

Peaks staying put despite the constant tremors

Challenging Gods will or abiding by it?

Only love and light have the power

To bend and shift the sands of time to their will

Only red contained and remains

In the vessel receiving the pouring in

Of the infinite collective

Unsure of where the rest goes

Once a vision is painted

Comprising of VIBGYOR

Perhaps it is what gives man vigour

To go on and on

On this journey of life

Tasting through eyes

Defining time creating

Our simulacrum of colour