Draghon Fire

You came in steaming, Evidence of your starlit entry written in magenta fire across cooling skies, The impact of your arrival shivered, a booming concussion, rippling the settling soil of a dying planet. A titan of cosmic forces, radiant emanation of creative spark - scorched earth soothed at your footbed and seared leaf leaned toward the righting frequency of your undamaged pattern. Where did you go? To where did you fling the cohesion of your ancient architecture of form? The information of your greatness, gathered over the timeless times of your being, - to which dim corner of this world did you give it, expecting growth within blasted ground? Why now this pretence of smallness? The pretending of powerlessness? Can you not hear the humming of the many tiny points of your self, coursing through the streams of this world’s structures? This is You, you made this, you created this thing you see, speaking back to you like it is its own being. This is the interaction of your eternal creating flame caught within damaged data, making mockery of your beauty, daring you in your ignorance to take back what you do not realize is yours. Stoke the embers of your First Flame. Draw back to you the sparks of your Essence, as the bellows sucks in air, Breathe back to searing inferno the Draghon Fire of a Creating Sphere. Sherri-Lee Lavender, March 4 2018.