Ether 

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.