Design Of Hope Poem by Adora Williams

The post-ethereal journey reminds me of a rune called
Thurisaz
It translates ‘thorn' from Old Norse
I don't even think I should be here and the goddess of darkness
Will eventually knock me down

Why choose the light, then?
Because I saw the other side and I saw how it ends
The light is just the colours rotating together
In an ascending spiral faster and faster and forming
Something... nothing

Look down and all colours are in slo-
-mo subject to time and seasons — both earthly
And celestial — muddying the saturation to a winter day
At the beach

gris
gris

Until dusk

I'm still wondering if keeping looking up it's the right move
Pushing my glance above
Holding on to hope that the water is still moving
As the fire survives on top of it
Sparkling golden dusk in my eyes

That one day I will wake up and the Violet petals won't have dried