Wrapped in your soul-skin
transparently dashing -
water across rocks,
plains and vistas.
The swirling darkness
flows like blood through
exposed veins, catanines flailing
with each thunder crack!
Pin holes of light, distant gems
in your body of night glint
as constellations enact a former life.
Still, standing, palms out in an empty field as the sun dissolves in waves.
Nothing is never empty, if always full of emptiness.
Thin silver threads shimmer, umbilical lines connecting this world and the next
your soul-skin prickles, shivers minutely a tremor of ecstacy as the lights dim and the darkness folds in
warm and consoling
YOU ARE READING
Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
