A plain of which none know.

To a point of singularity;

the rays wound tight to transmit.

 

The cusp of all we hold dear, 

shaping our deliverance from frailty.

 

Across eons we collide

with a weighted purpose.

 

Neither forward nor back.

The Majestic;

incarnate,

in what has always been.

 

Do not despair,

for I have always known you.

Our encapsulation begins,

when we meet at the horizon.