Vast flash fire of realities
Rise, fall, and gives way to a spec of brilliance and hatred
Hidden, gruesome treasures lay underneath mountains of stone rectangles, and clusters of artificial elation
It is searched for in repetition
Through telescopes, microscopes and tinted black plastic
With knowledge, reason and vigilance
Billions of specs cloud the sight
But in the dull, blurred, off-focus image, it is so clear that everything can be seen
Orange flavored currents emerge from beneath the old withered trees of time
The loss of verity as to even the existence of current location
A press to exit.
