Atlantis, Profile. Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

This century is in finnished, , i awake, i see the horizon a light, washes me untill it penetrates, me, my mortaL STATE, and then feeling metalic. Concious of a subconsios desire to dicern my emotions, i walk into the mist, i am and have seen her, i do not live in vain. The senses, and the iguanas.Can i surge, Gleam like emerald, rip the silk of envy and surge into action, images flashes, are we finnishing or begining conciosness, as a green field do we know enough of our nature, or are we following, ar we like rivers bravely founding new dimensions, creating a better me.