Angled bridge
Lit like a spotlight onstage
by fluourescent white lights swarming with flies.
On either side, wild grasses grew
from white sands.
Lit unnaturally
by white fluourescent lamps
I tread the angled bridge in flat silver shoes,
stopped.
& lost my breath, my eyes grew wide.
Never have I seen
such blackness staring me down.
It stretched across the dimensions
ready to swallow me whole
into its deep, dark, infinite abyss
Empty space,
neglected by the Creator of things
I tread the length of the angled bridge
approaching the abyss.
Kicked off the silver shoes
and walked straight into the abyss.
I was not afraid. I knew the nothingness
was only an illusion.
Things were there, should light be cast on them.
Just now, the light was fast asleep.
As all should be,
but not were we.
Bare feet
Soft sands beneath the toes,
Grains between the toes
We paused at the edge of the dry sands
& the beginning of the wet sands
From here, the abyss
was no longer empty.
We heard the woosh and crash of
the surf against the shore
It thrilled me! Electrified me!
Leaving the others behind, my bare feet took off running down the wet sands
Hands flurried to strip off the remaining flowing garments
Tumbled playfully in the sands along the way
and dove into the abyss
Cold, black Atlantic!
Pale bodies floating in a sea of tar
Above us another sea of tar
speckled with stars,
no moon
only Venus and Mars
I try to surf with the tide incoming
Massive, mammoth monster rising
But black force pounds my face and engulfs all my senses drowning
My sight is struck with stars
Thunder crashes around my ears
I lose all sense of when or where
As ruthless waves toss me hither and there
My clothes are ripped askew
All I can do is gasp and sputter
and crawl on my knees,
dragging my self, beaten and stripped, to the kinder shore.
Woah, rush! Again and again, over and under,
I battle with the tides over and over
What a rush, What a rush, the need to suffer...and fight and conquer
Back to shore I drag my self
through the heavy molasses I drag my self
Bare feet back on solid sand
and light and slender air
I become a spectator as others battle
their own tempestuous waves
On this planet, I see
no colors but black and white
Black sea, white crests
Black sky, white sands
Pale luminous torsos glow
like stars fallen into the jet-black flow
Crests race in from sea to shore like
white stallions in battle form
Two front lines charge toward the shore
Diagonal lines close in and roar
Clash and explode.
Another races from side to side
I watch, hypnotized.
I think we are standing at the edge
of a strange planet
One jump will take us into deep space
off this strange planet
But I know this place, this lonely planet
And feel no desire to abandon it
Why would I want to leave?
Why would I want anything better?
We are here, and we don't know it
We are home, and we don't know it
Know it, know it, seek it, love it!
And then abandon it.
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