Encircling, I Dare The Full Poem by Onoma 888

Encircling...I dare the Full-
pluck eyes from their nooks,
mind from its niche.
I, incumbent of all lines drawn
and crossed...wear the metaphoric
face of All Things.
My redundant farewell is a galactic
backlog...as memory asks: 'May I be
excused from these tables? '
By light's celerity, light all the more...
One in One, and out of One in One-
foreknowledge to knowledge.
Encircling...I dare the Full- emissary
to mine own circle, with news so
pressing I stumble into deaths cut to
new forms of life.
I waver my convalescence, discharge
myself from the throes of creation...
a gladdened prophecy...self-fulfilled.
Encircling...I dare the Full.