The Depths

I The depth of steep, hellish ascent darkness abides, the peak obscene. cliffhanger of sweat, the creature bent attempting to climb, make a dent. No wind brushes away the hair in her eyes. She recalls nothing of birdsong or sunrise. A hunchback of time, minutes pass slowly. Diamonds glitter, the sun beats boldly. Like a desert walk the road is parched. With a sting of bumblebees she marched. II Delightful descent of diamondiferous slide. Easy-peasy pleasant, air-conditioned ride. Beautiful petals of friends, flutter of wings, a moon full of stars, the universe sings. Bare feet, toes polished bright pinks and reds. Canopied four-posters, wide open beds. Trees with jade and ruby candies, sweet to the tongue, as she tells of her wild treat life, retreat with angel feathers, falling for her many handsome men, wailing on her silken sheets as she says so long to the coddlesome place she knows she belongs. III Suddenly the slide falls out, the flames shoot up. She drinks the potent blood from her chalice cup. As her fear and anger explode, the fire grows hotter. The ground like a hurricane ship, teeter-totters. Sinks. IV Her twin stands tall, as a snowy white sail; blue skies, the eyes of God, she hails. All torment wiped from her brow, she’s strong She climbed upwards by the narrow way. V Don’t take the easy ride. It’s a bottomless pit. Fly to heights of eagles wings - the depth of eternal lift. 3/13/2021