Emma

Echos predict a tale yet untold

But when attempted to decode the vast screams

We find ourselves sitting in silence. 

I'm curious

If we drive deep enough in the ocean will we stumble upon the sky? 

Tell me the story of a boy who caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror 

And went mad from the broken fragments he saw reflected?

What part of ourselves do we see when we look up? 

How far must I travel, how many years must live before consciousness come?

What prayers have I for the cosmic melodies that play on an old accordion piano.

The kings that shaped the world

Those who crafted the stars and

Let our souls somewhere hidden within them

What mighty men

Chose to forge our world from pure bliss?

A limitless capsule of infinities gliding from narrative to the next.