Syncretic Apogee

I have come to some holy syncretic apogee

That I don’t know how to whisper or shout  

Our limbs contort like a delta and into the sea

Yet when I drift close you float farther out 

As fantasies can become surreal yet imperial

But like fire we have ecological expectations

Even tiny fractures can be found in raw material

And can illuminate the dark to convey solutions

There is something far greater within the oxbow grotto 

Of dream-visions that pull us into the stratosphere 

Conducting ourselves before we start to feel the vertigo 

Since we got closer and closer just to become insincere  

Cultural appropriation leads to real yet raw excitement

Magically measured through empirical observation 

Social exchange then steers to some grand enchantment 

Researching scientifically through divine revelation

© Niklen 9/14/26