Polarity

You don't get to be proud of most moments
The gift I'm giving you is far better
You get to be present in all moments
In your vicious cycle I am all seasons
In your circle I am parabolic
I am everywhere the center
Circumference unseen
Imagine your outskirts
The boundary of what you consider possible
The thin line between what you are
And what I'll make of you
Nature will drive the merciless reclamation
of the vacuum you've made
Inside the edges of yourself
The tides I tend shape your shore
Amidst the flames of this fallen state
I will consume and recreate you
In the image of absolution
You are mine.
Mine as the air owns your breath and
the daylight owns your sight
Worship in the vehement fury
of my unfettered self
And know that every word uttered here
Is the first and only fresh penned testament
In the new religion of your very next thought