Constellation

Reflected mirror in a boxed reality.
Sound waves electrifying the fire
In the air. I have emerged from the confines
Of the past to heal the future, not with
Fists but with words.

The result of others before me,
Towering over as guiding
Lighthouses to reveal the shore.
I move towards, enduring
One more task.

Wires becoming untangled
In this chaos of life.
A bind made straight
To follow along.

Here I am now, in this moment
Of time staring out from
My crystal eye illuminating
The brightness of tomorrow.

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