Manifest Destiny

Hardened, honed to a point
A singularity of consciousness.
Driven, I am to dive headfirst:

Wounding this frontier of gossamer.
Resistance: ephemeral, diffuse.
Quake, piercing thunder at my arrival.

A realm unthinkably velveteen:
Cobweb castles scatter, ruined.
I am foreign, alien, monstrous—
Solitary, metallic, straight and sure—
here, where all entwine, coil and caress.

This place, never meant to host me,
embraces intrusion against its will,
anoints me in scarlet: I am home.