Birth:Death
A plain of which none know.
To a point of singularity;
the rays wound tight to transmit.
The cusp of all we hold dear,
shaping our deliverance from frailty.
Across eons we collide
with a weighted purpose.
Neither forward nor back.
The Majestic;
incarnate,
in what has always been.
Do not despair,
for I have always known you.
Our encapsulation begins,
when we meet at the horizon.
