.Vibrations.

Vibrations make the worlds dissolve.

Vibrations make the worlds revolve.

The universe responds to the thumbprints of a child.

It causes stars to be born of a whirlwind coil.

The hair on your neck stands up through a cold breeze

An air older then everything we have ever seen.

The movement it forces makes us realize,

That we are alive in a world untethered.

The world is not held in the palm of a hand

And it is not planned by a foretold destination

It is unbridled like a horse in his last days

Discovering that all of it matters not

Except running for your last breathe.

Until it is remade into the field for which it roams.

Finite, the materials of the abyss

It reuses everything like the Garden of Eden.

It truly is the Garden of Eden

Just not so righteous nor soft

But a mass of cold which warms

With every heartbeat it captures.

Vibrations make the worlds dissolve.

Vibrations make the worlds revolve.