I walked into a room
The window frames melted,
Flooring came undone,
The ceiling, pocked already,
Cracked open
As gravity found it’s hole
And I, suspended
Arrived at another world.
There was no sky to observe,
No earthly frame of reference
To take hold,
No color refracting, no air,
Only the after glow burning
On the backs of my eyes
Of horses running in fields,
And turtles creeping ….
The august light, disembodied,
flowed through finally
to some core I had withheld,
just some kindling spark
that burst into flame
and devoured the brazen world
leaped deep into my bulb,
what was left…
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