Personal Space
Enfolded by pure blue light
Bridging the gap to heaven
Angels' voices carry solace
Distinctly, they resound
The encircling orb drifts
Ever-morphing, ever-changing
Ominously levitates
Lingers atop the badlands
Soapy force-field, of silken woven dreams
Pushing, into the ashen unknown
Splitting shadows
Sullen charcoal black, to a hopeful chrome
Convulsing, the pulsing orb of light
A presence alike no other
Engorging, expanding
Compacting, condensing
Purest o' fluctuations
A heart so tender
So mercifully soft
Exists, within a bulletproof shell
Within it - walking
Dare not to set foot
Dare not to touch
An eternity, shrouded in uncertainty
Cautiously
Drifting through a biohazard...
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2016
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