It Was Only Then

I was young at the time... memory a danger, an untrustworthy omen. Things were not the way they were to seem, one blooded sky, 2 tears dropping from the sill of eyes skin, making a resemblance to snails wake. The catch of lightning, the string of vain, futuristic weather of shape. My voice caught in the howl of wind, my sight caught in a twister, my footsteps sunken in gaping sand, the dust in which a snake was caught a blaze. The tips of my nails crack like the ground making contact with foot, maybe cronos banished human from sight, maybe he set tongue on the foot of Olympus. A heavenly beam of light settling on the skin of a bursting mound, now the turn of flowers and the buzz of bee, sprouting beneath is nature’s sprites increasing in size as reaching for light. The talent of sharp sky’s the fragment of glass rayed through by the sun’s intense shoot releasing a full breath of wild colours. A smile would be a cut layed on the skin of titan, a wink putting fury at rest, a dance sealing the opening to hell. I realised from this, no existence of the halt of time, no pause of the breath of mortal, it was only then....