Orbit of the Dreaming Eye

A soul crept imperceptibly for millennia.
Beneath the skin, churning, rumbling.
Yearning for the chance to burst,
Violently into shape
A shape so terrible, so awesome,
That no one could bear to look
Or resist.

Reaching heroic tragic height
Either fall to death or float away
Into the promise of a new destruction
Swear to change
And lament the failure
Perpetuate the inability
To see past its own dreaming eye.