[For Natalia Molchanova]
The blue stretches on
like air, only heavier.
The blue stretches on
like home, a vast starless womb.
The blue stretches on
like air, only heavier.
The blue stretches on
like language, the soul's anchorage.
The blue stretches on
like home, a vast starless womb.
The blue stretches on
in silence, bellowing through the veins.
The blue stretches on
into the awakening, pearly bubbles ascending
into the beyond.
into the beyond.
2 comments:
Beautiful, very soulful.
sounds like you were on a cruise... with access to endless blue :)
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