Gravis Vociferatur

I am the summoned peacock
I am the synthesis of all the arts
I am the eve of the chosen and
as the one, I am the body

The sum of thousand have made a perfect, shapeless, spirit made of light
The feathers celebrate the new born
As their eyes, I'm looking at the past, ex-posed
All, perished
Signs on my paws, showing all the scars (Wounds mended), passing time (Black wrinkles), broken nails (Still are stabbed), sacrifices reward my efforts

Our frequency divides us and the interval is less than the one
We're one, we're all, but if we are all, we're nothing
Let the circles blend

Preened coat, shallow sight
But sharp eyes see the shame underneath
This beauty is useless
May the perfection dwell in two?

I'm revived! Truth unveiled!
As the one, I'm the half of a greater design
Huge Enormous Impetus, shivers of a rising will, instinct dominating flesh, craving for the purest rain
It's red!

I will face and shred the space
Together we instill light

Staring at the sleeping feathers
Thanks, to be a part of the awakening