Feathered serpents roar in salutation,
Shrouded in mists, penumbral
Emanations flickering from beyond
As interdimensional wisps
Suspended in perception,
Beheld while time beguiles.
Generative fractal fantasy
Beaming incandescent through aether,
Arcing violet plasma thrust into vision
With astral splendor, resonant mystic glyphs
Of morphing cymatic tones.
Velvet visions of a decadent dimension,
Unlike any morphic paramour.
Ancient wavelength transmission
Deeply woven into the fabric of spacetime,
Unfolding into this realm a manifest pulchritude
To eclipse the summation of all efforts.
Civilizational impact, bringing from the bestial
A sense of sublime purpose
And forcing into focus all that creation has imagined,
Transcending what we comprehend
But still congruent, resonant in our code.
A wink to shared origins,
The aether to which we compile
And return Home.
Cosmic eruptions from soil,
Pearlescent and arrestingly
Luminous in their novelty,
Supernatural filigree
Tantalizing and bending light.
New forms emerge to recombine,
Gemstone helix unwound
Along invisible magnetic lines
As if straining to meet the eye.
Watch them arc and sway
As rain fills each glowing cup,
Babylon towers brought to their knees
With the weight of Her sloppy, wet kiss.
Early eruptors, bold aesthetes strutting
Peacock'd and ready for the first warm rays,
Unhindered by any other, unshaded by the lumbering giants
Slowly and steadily blocking out the sky.
Their colors shriek against relative drabness,
Blistering gorgeous rapture forced into physical space
And seared permanently into the registry of perfection,
Soul-quenching novelty, and real-life magic experienced
In such a way that all benign normalcy seems but a shadow,
Sideshow distractions to occupy the mind
Between sessions of existential rewiring
By flowers with impossible spectral flavor.
Strikingly fundamental,
Refined and efficient, with course simplicity.
Rugged and effective, not in vanity but purely evolved-
Supremely capable and singularly dominant of the seasonal charade.
What visitor could soar low over the Earth,
Observing the vast seasonal spectrum of Gaia's light,
And not notice those imposing sentinels unfazed
By lifeless chill and existence forged
Almost purely in the realm of the extreme?
'Tis these giants who represent us, archetypal life
Dominant and permanent far beyond our feeble reach.
Pollen billowing golden clouds,
Revealing the coniferous secret
So closely guarded in stoic silence.
Enduring winter's chill with sylvan disposition,
Pretending to be so much their own, proud people
But ultimately still a flowering tree
Full of nectars and beauties
Released only in the warm embrace of Spring,
Softened to tears by the morning dew's caress.
We think of air as emptiness,
Denying our medium,
Ignorant of fluid dynamic wonders,
Blind to forces that influence and define
Every aspect of our lives, submerged
In atmospheric juices, swirling
On an orb of gaseous liquid.
Smooth gradient through elemental states,
Matter merely a density, vibrational frequency,
The electro-chemical magnetic dreamscape
Of our jeweled Atlantean aquarium.
All is made plain in observing Her,
Those fluttering undulations,
Dancing as energetic echoes
Suspended and flowing
Consciously through all we know.
As we experience it, is frozen
By the lens of our perception,
And the will of the All
To behold its creation.
Nature, flowers, seasonal cycles
Operate at hyperspeed, binary
To ponderous crystal geology
And cosmological flow.
So She experiences
The spring and summer bloom
As an orgasmic instant,
While we watch it unfold
Moment by meticulous moment.
The gift!
It's so clear now, obvious even-
That temperature controls these plants.
Dilating pores and activating fluids,
Re-animating that which is merely
Suspended for the hibernation chill.
All glory to those hearty few who truly endure,
And find themselves exploding into bloom
Year after year, rapturous
As the sun thaws their bones
And brings them out to play.