Worlds birthed from a prism.
Prison.
Imaginary light split
projects serpentine madness
upon the screen.
I journey her
spiral
staircase
of dimensions
endlessly.
An aurora squirms
like a worm
in a dark polar sky
where weather changes
like a temperamental chameleon
on a mood rock.
From a glassy aquarium bowl
a goldfish frowns with disgust
for being sectioned off
from the lake...
and light
seeps through cracks
in orbed walls
as I hammer and chisel
with a virtual hammer.
Unfathomable
it bears no weight
this instrument of mind.
All momentum origins souly
from intent.
And when withdrawn
and introspective
like a turtle far from sea
there's no body memory.
Underneath
a clearing silhouette
of darkness
a strange orb in a celestial
sky
encompasses every organism
with life,
as awareness
testifies to eternity
for forever.
© 1999 by David Bozzi