Seedling

A lesser infinite in circled compass

-A seedling in the hands of a Greater

fights inner workings of nonexistence-

“I am one in the hands of You.”

And with that, we meet.

A single shoot from seemingly nothing

Extending life veins at One’s command

Connecting roots at palm lines- frail-

does the leaf meet the archaic:

Air-

Enlightened swiftly

from spiriting climes  

And metaphysical

dimension’s switch

That put me in the hands of You.

And, with that, we know.

All hail the breaker of boundaries

-unbecome to oneness-

All hail the Commanding Within

-spirit advancing self-

All hail autonomous reign

-within and without-

All hail my Dark Lord,

Satan.