Spectral Awakening Poem by Patrick Frazier

Each new universe
A god within a God
Each face an emanation of a holier face
Each soul enfolds the other
In waves of perfect circular motion

These things in my heaven are of the original substance
Converted from the dust they became
And even my scars as I left them
Are given to me in the rain

I remember how their minds split
As they stumbled away from the past
Unaware which divinity
Set their face in a black and white mask

The characters in my dreams see me as I was
I'm trying to forget them once I wake
But my thoughts are lost men among broken things.