The Swan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 03, 2018

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The Swan opens her wings.

Beautiful and true, as her breadth expands you see the universe for what it is.

You see the immense singularity within all life exists.

 

You notice each speck representing every galaxy, star, planet.

Upon further inspection, you see the vibrant glow of every living being.

Their souls burn with infinite passion,

The intrinsic purpose of every being is palpable.

 

You feel the deep emotion of life,

The love of a million suns,

The hatred of a gloaming chasm,

The elation, fear, childishness, power.

 

You feel everything as it is, and everything as one.

 

Nothing is unbalanced.

 

There is no good, no evil,

Only being.

 

You marvel at the unfathomable universe being shown to you.

 

The Swan begins to close her wings,

You beg and plead with her to allow you to see and feel more.

To be enlightened once more.

 

But it is too late.

Her wings are closed.

 

You look at her, lost, dejected, hurt, confused.

"Why did you give me this vision?"

 

She takes off in flight leaving only an afterimage of the stars in the sky.

 

You are left to your own devices, your only clue being the vast expanse above you.


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