#phosphene
our time in this universe
is ridden with a luminous oddity
for light is a rarity
in the biorhythm of the macrocosm
the normality is jet
nothing
inky, obsidian slate
such liquid void drips laboriously
completely free from ejecting effort
like beads of pine sap among evergreen needles
seeping in a slowed, oozing, endless rush
at gravity's inevitable, gentle tug
eventually it will consume the cosmos
like maple syrup poured atop a whole-grain waffle
primarily, the charcoal sweetness fills
the quite purposeful lack of solidified batter
but then greedily begins to swallow the flaky bread
it bleeds
spurting with immense weight and impossible magnitude
until each limb dissolves
drifting away in the acidic salt of onyx crimson
what would I see at this inevitable state?
I am in a cave
open to the same air as the peaks of mountains
and it is so dark
I see more color with my eyes closed
my vision feigns my mind
I almost believe the expected:
the twirling endless cluster of shining cream
spiraling above my head
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC