Someday, this island will explode
And its ancient knowledge will evaporate into myth
Explorers will look for signs of our origins- evidence of our ending-
How it was that the land was struck in half, and then collapsed back into itself.
But no one will truly know what I saw as I witnessed the ending:
How the light spiked upward, and everything that had been covered was exposed.
The sky opened up, and the stars were pulled through like twine.
For a moment there was no time. Nothing felt significant- but every moment was. Each second was a blue glow in the darkness.
I will find the meaning in it, even if I end by lying on a grave of shells and pebbles.
The sun will wipe away the mist
The rain will wash away the old
Memories of the past will drown in visions of the future
The stones bend down to the river, the ground swells:
Someday, this island will explode.