Progression

A surge flows
Convulse emotive energy
Colours reactions, the interpretation of words,
Programming for the society that manifests dark desires.

Working the intentions.

The tenuous grip on the consensual reality,
A depth of outpouring resentments
pushing further through the swirling vortex of the source.

A creator sits on a rock atop a blasted landscape, head lowered,
Tears falling like raindrops of blood to the dusty ground below.

You hold the swords of vengeance and the wand of possibility.
The aura of the avatar before you emits a kaliedoscope
of colour as it recognises all that you are.

"This creation shall again act according to the desires that give life
it'as vast and complex flavours."

Everything that can be, is.