Four Fifty A. M.
On three August 2017 in the morning.
Words came for the light in the sky
That arrived some days beforehand.
There shall be
A team of two colors,
Next to each other,
Silently growing in size.
The infancy began, and,
Quietly proliferates like mind.
This cohesion shall enlarge,
To a degree that what the multitudes see,
Is an encompassed perspective combined.
As the public looks on,
It shall dive,
Like a massive condor,
With its wings spread wide,
Targeting the nest
Coveted by power’s high.
Two signs have aligned,
One given by God in the sky, and,
One spoken by voice,
A beak open yet closed at the tip,
Such combination shall mark the ground,
With a power’s trajectory visualizing,
A new game of chess signified.
©2017 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.