Emergence

fissures
forming on the surface;
cracking open,
running deep.
a soul inside that
bleeds outward
from the miles of
jagged rock and road
raising upward as
the tiniest of earthquakes
forms the most
devastating destruction.

inside the eyes,
the gateway to the soul.
inside the darkness,
a voice, a name,
calls out into the night;
a melancholy hymn
comes forth.
the beating of two
fists upon a chest.
a heart that screams,
“let me out;
damn it, let me out.”

crying out into the world,
asking for a microphone.
addicted to wanderlust,
and vainglory,
and vices too
numerous to mention,
but there exists
blood inside these veins
which pours down
like rivulets of fire.
fissures form and
the man inside crawls out
begging for a glimpse
at the light again.