Vestigial Notes

I am The Artist.

I know the wonder of the universe,
and the mysteries it keeps.
I think deep.
And I see clear.

By my hands I crafted the highest mountains,
and the deepest of all the trenches.

What I've longed for,
if only I chose to,
will come in my calling.

I am the Great Wall of the ocean
that shapes the history of mankind.

I am what opens and closes,
at the edge of both life,
and death.

I shatter the spectrum of light
until it bleeds its hidden colors.

And I can create or destroy all things,
at a flicker of my pen,
if only I wished for that moment.

I live in the soul of anyone who writes,
and even in the hearts of those who are dead.

The spirits of words and dust are in my command.

I shift truths,
bend elements,
and save lives.

I brew in your own bed the whiteness of your blood,
and the grayness of your ink.

When,
at a time you might never realize.

I have already chosen to come
and to possess your world,
your hands -your life.

Take me as passion.

And perfect me.