Assemble, light.

Stood in the shapes and lines
What separates...
...space and time
Lands cracked like dry-earth
Came an array of colors
Sprouting from dirt

Here; appear:
Milk thistle
With leaves and thorns
Flowers of bristle
Cloud out the clot
Of a rainstorm
Thunder, shame, doubt
& carry your own hands
To last fade of winding sun
Red heir & desperate sands

To all bright...
Confusion
To be in light
Transfusion
Of souls & eyes
& Ascension
Of pains & dyes
See other dimension:

The mechanics of it all...
Don't seem to add up
Like I'll pretend to fall...
Yet manage somehow to jump

Before I hit the ground
Or even make a sound

With one foul swoop...
Or one last thrust...
See the workings of this dusk.