Renewal

It begins faintly.
Almost touches reality,
as insecure and uncertain as
tomorrow’s emergence.
None can measure its dormancy.
It just... comes to pass,
intent suspended in greater hierarchy.

Breathing. It struggles alone
so it asserts existence by clinging onto existence,
an entity of crude function
going beyond the bounds.

It’s the genesis for everything to come – fuses.
Locked, and engaged.
Sleep. It lies in wait till subsequence calls.

And then an awakening.
A terrible
unplanned skirmish so hollow
that drones in waves,
hatred its most valuable blindfold.

Back and forth, back and forth it strafes
Thriving on conflict without a speck of
mediation. Is it an investment of emotion?
No, all else = mere collateral damage.

Continuation, it drags on until definition in itself is erased
 with ultraviolet scorch marks, lashed, hypothermic.
They burn into the surface.
And this dizzying warfare that screeches until one fades out -
- before everything, EVERYTHING is submerged in anonymity.

With logic deported, it is fluid in execution,
execution, oh the excruciation of deciphering a formless vessel
until atom by atom it all solidifies and becomes a
concrete image of despair,
crystallising
into
a sphere of glass that shatters; tearing into the
atmosphere’s flesh.

All this
before it
too
is lost in the darkness.
A return to nothingness.
The cycle revolves.