Everything is displayed at full potential here.
We are everything that surrounds us and still ourselves.
Sound waves from each instrument that creates the beat jostles our skeletons.
Evolved lives outlined with enhancement
makes the setting fall back into a mere shadow of underdeveloped objects.
The red lamp is the only source of light in the room.
It hits each of their spirits with a different shade of color.
The first, is the liveliest outside of this room.
He scrolls through a lit rectangle of technology
but only dark sadness illuminates his face that even the screen does not brighten.
The second, sits at the table working away at green pastures beneath his fingertips.
The red tint only reflects on to his skin.
He speaks the most, he loves the hardest.
The third, looks in my direction periodically.
A silent leader just waiting to be heard, felt, understood.
I can see the remnants of their ancestors lingering at the edges of their souls as
They converse of advancements.
Youth ripening into men.
Plotting their quest to capture power in the most full filing and efficient way.
I sit motionless, colorless.
Watching time unfold.
Trying to keep every second memorable.
Wondering how I will capture this experience in permanent words without demeaning its living beauty.
We are only the ball of a pendulum in this moment.
Swinging through film rolls of every moment in history that lead to this present.
Planning for the future.
We inhale every influence.
Puff positivity
Produce progression
Pass it around
