Staring into eyes so full of fury.

Dark blue facsimile, grinning in disgust

Silently calling me to remember.

Indigo petals all about my feet,

My body standing, an empty shell.

This night I’ve come around,

Guided by the blue light within.

Slowly the face forms before me,

Then the rest of the body is revealed.

This figure is so familiar to me.

Lifting me up to a new position,

My eyes open more than before.

He beckons me to look inside him.

I begin to recognize my life’s events:

Places I’ve been, people I’ve known.

Many more images come into focus.

All the universe is inside him;

This I know now.

Wedged into this cataclysmic theater,

Opposing sides groaning to fight,

Horn sounds the march to war.

I’m picking petals one by one

From this fivefold beacon of rationale,

Gravitating toward the dark center.

This brief history repeats around me,

Just like all the others.