After a little feedback and much revision, I think this poem is finished. I recommend that you take your time when reading and to digest it. The meaning may not at first be apparent. I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment, even if you don't like it. Also I would be glad to explain anything that might not make sense.


Epiphany

Dull grey minds and dull grey skies
Anticipate

In subconcious reverie
The instant that
A thought is formed
And held with clarity

A flash of light
A thunderbolt

And then silence to forbode
The sudden BBOOoOMmmMm.Mm..mm...m....
Of consciousness
As thought like sound explodes

In such a way
The mind can grasp

The cracks between'ing time
And seeing them
We realize that
We see the mind of God

Sublime the state
When lightening flash

Illuminates :

VVVVVV
VIIIII
VISSSS
VISIII
VISIOO
VISION

Divine revelation
Is one,
With essense of cognition

And in this wake
A music box

The scenery its song
The thunder PsLyAaYlSp
Topogrophy
Like spindle turning round

This echoing
Of consciousness

Dilation of the m miminindnd d
Invigorates
The perception
Of senses going blind

And fading, all that remains
Is metaphor

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interesting

Thank you Shawn, that is perhaps the best compliment you could have made.