Only azure thresholds
separate me from a mystery
shimmering
through iridescent portals,
pulsing like the sea,
whose light wells
from a hidden prism,
passing through cerulean,
murmuring eternally
in tongues marine,
in maritime…
Oxygen and hydrogen
combine,
light liquefies
as life,
time sublimates
as archetypal mind.
The dark that stalks me
falls behind. I walk
the azure corridor
towards the source
of everything,
where nothing is defined ~~~
Azure corridor
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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