By: Anyssa Q. E
Phantom seas of prussian blue,
above and so below,
Moving welts of eternites-
are two halves of a whole.
Spider-web mass crawling high,
alit with wave-delivered blaze,
across the face of nuclear wrath,
floating in endless aether haze.
Above the ether, and so below,
dripping mass of silver dot,
sworling mass of stellar flow,
Surely I have not forgot.
I am the birth of space,
the empty limbo compressed in one,
with fleshy limbs and plush tongue,
Clutching fingers and then some;
As am I so is are the few,
of heart-heavy walkers through the muse,
with hanging heavens of prussian blue,
an eternity as a mirror to stare through.