The Sarcophagus I found myself resting in a cryo unit that resembled a sleek, high-tech sarcophagus . The outer shell is made of brushed metal and glass, while inside, glowing, self-weaving nanotech fibres are tightly wrapping around my body. All I could think of were ancient Egyptian linen bandages . My face is partially obscured, but I can feel the signs of distress etched across. The lighting around me is dim, bathed in cold blue and amber instrument lights. How did I get into it, and why am I seeing myself in the revival cocoon ? Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel fre...
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The Car Wash and Knight Manifestation poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white. I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life. The works of art, engineering marvels and artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship. My mindfulness is constantly cluttered with style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water filled the air, a hush quelled my anxiety. The Knight manifestation had begun. The shroud of my unconscious interconnections was stripped away. The shriek of Holy Land power filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour and chivalry captivated and subjugated. They forced me to pay homage to the illustrious past, present and future. The symbols of power and emblems of order. Illustrated through famous battles that fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place. Even in the most unexpected places.
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Symbols of Power and Emblems of Order poem
The sun painted the sky with hues of blue and white.
I thought of the extravagant modifications that made my life.
The works of art, engineering marvels
And artifacts of glamorous entrepreneurship.
My mindfulness is constantly cluttered.
With style, passion and systemic expectation.
As the roaring of jet-propelled water-filled, an air hush quelled my anxiety.
The Knight manifestation had begun.
The shroud of my unconscious.
My interconnections were stripped away.
The shriek of Holy Land power.
Filled me with awe and admiration.
The awe-inspiring delusion of valour.
And chivalry captivated and subjugated.
They forced me to pay homage.
To the illustrious past, present and future.
The symbols of power and emblems of order.
Illustrated through famous battles.
Those who fought for our freedom.
History's influence is determined to find its place in the most unexpected places.
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