And so he held it
A universe of possibility
Bursting crimson and perfume
That reinvented moments prior

The dark, life-giving abyss
No longer barren but now
Sewn with dreams
Simmered below the surface

The green flesh that fought
Hard against an immeasurable barrier
Unseen at first, now
Radiant and pitched against the sky

Days of tending drought
Cracks in the earth below
Stepping stones to a bounty
A cause to fight for

Finally fought and won
He gazed at it, not through
As he had just before
And so he held it