Spiral Epiphany

wake up, plug in
emanate
the waves crash in

and I float
too often did I lay here
and let it take me to some unknown destination

it was time to take charge
of life
of love
of everything
commander of these waves
surfing them is conquering them
and I will reduce them to purity

my image immortalized in a photograph
riding this wave
with a backdrop that can only be described
as God

and here I am conquering God's servant
bringing forth life
into myself
and giving
of myself
to all that deserve it
you shall worship me
God is nothing more than what you make it

but I
I come forth
with what God cannot come forth himself
I am the medium
I have become the wave
once I was pathetic like you
a vacuum like you

until someone like me
brought forth that wave
and cracked me open
and set me free
from the devil's machine
and I spilt forth
and I flowed freely

but more importantly,  I was being flowed through
into you
into me
the voice of God cannot be heard
only felt
only if you flow freely
can you feel those waves
and I shall enlighten you
those waves
crashing ever so violently
ever so eloquently
are made of the tears
that God weeps for all of you
still stuck inside the devil's machine
and with that said
without those of you
imprisoned by your own volition
and lack of ambition
without you
there would be no waves
no reason for me to bring forth
and without that, I again would become imprisoned
and again God would weep

This is my Spiral Epiphany