Pulse

The pulse of a building
illuminates an inky night sky.
Lightening fast flashes
burst bright across a starless backdrop.

An undecipherable Morse Code signal
beams up and down the height of a skyscraper.

Flashing, flashing, flashing

A cry for help?
Or a beautiful electric melody
strumming to the beat of the building’s core?

The energetic light display,
seemingly erratic pulsing,
takes on a pattern.
A distinctive style mesmerizes,
a pattern holds attention
anticipating what will happen next,
a pattern hypnotizes with it’s unusual splendor.

Surging electrical charges deemed dangerous
must be brought under control.
Pulsing lights defy static,
unblinking form of surrounding buildings.
The rampant, pulsing life
needs to be reigned in,
uniqueness sacrificed.

Source

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(Goddess of Colours by PixieCold on deviantart)

Electric atmosphere
Feel
Charged energy
Static
Hair stands on end
Heart pumps hard
Ribs bulge
Pulse races
Shallow breath pant

Nervous excitement
Anticipation

Crowd hushes
Morgan moves to edge of podium
Speaks
Time has come
Hear her words of wisdom

I am the source
A tree branching off in all areas
I am Goddess
Extending out
Engage with me
I carry knowledge
Wisdom within

Do not allow interference

Proceed
Stay strong
BE strong
Be kind
Be compassionate

Become a butterfly
Emerge
Move on, move forward
Shed Chrysalis

Advance beyond fear
Put it aside
Everybody has struggles
burdens
Sacrifices are necessary

Adapt
Unravel
Grow

Hear my Words
I am Source