Rapture

Another one in my head right now just when I thought that the rapture was dead.
Another lead into the darkness and beyond it the prospect of eternal light.
Careful! the warnings of my past flash red as the train of my conscience flows uncaringly ahead.
The rails are rattling below but the engine is fast, carefree and this time the forces just might be evenly spread.

The tunnel is dark yet the walls shine bright in a weird luminosity emanating a phosphorescent glow.
The tingles of anticipation flow down my spine and the electronic surges of battering sharpness threaten to overcome what sense is left in my mind.
This simple rhyme fails to express the complex and visceral emotions running through the neurons in my veins.
The blood pumping in my ears fails to realize the fickleness of the power brought upon by another temporary surge of adrenaline.

The button screams 'Push!' while my fingers type frantically on my flickering telephone screen.
The sheen of slight slippery sweat on my brow will hopefully pass to the masses unseen.
The reviving of old beasts causing snaps in the wind as they break free of lashes binding them within prisons of transparent steel. The roars of their awakening glorious in my ears.
And together we rush on precariously yet strangely beautiful through the void of the darkness and other forms of the invisible and enigmatically concealed.

The blood pushing the spinal chord to breaking point chasing the whirlwind to ever faster highs through the darkness and the strange glowing phosphorescent light into what is beyond but the great blue blight where the roads are teeming with calm oxen pulling carts of owls refusing to sleep despite the day might have some implications that are better thought of and dealt with in the present but such is the rush of the blood the mentality is a gush with the senses consumed with the blooming conscience and the contradicting realizations the rapture is now.