A New Chapter

Nebula Confined

There is a darkness within the cells,
a cavity of cold.
Wherein the coloured swirling dust
it fills his lover's void.
A darker energy pulses through
the bars, the grates, the bone;
it passes through as it pulls
on every muscle, every stone.
And, as it passes through it all
it pulls the threads of home;
expanding ever faster,
the boundless edged crest
like waves upon a distant shore
of concrete ages set.
Rust discolors all they touch
under blanket-motes which
whorl up in ecstasy when
his head hits this hard mattress.
Before his eyes can close
his mind wanders back toward
the colored gas and swirling dust
breaking through the floor.
And, as a doorway opening wide
into the deep unknown -
his hair and skin, eyes, and mind
are pulled away
dispersed back to their home.