Transcending
In silence, as nausea passes
as I crawl into a corner shaking
head violent visions
of somewhere or something.
Flashing nano fire of my spine
flaying hot the essence of thought
a razor in my skull! Crimson!
The image turns, bleeds
As it is drawn in thought
and through my broken fingers.
It pools in the dying crimson embers
a hot white liquid light
eagerly cooling in the oncoming night…
As nausea passes,
twilight creatures' feeds, recedes, fading…
There are days that wink out like stars at dawn!
Neuron fire sparks expire
snaps in the spine
in fine crimson wire
wrapped tight around my imagery
bleeding down burning out…
Into pools of amber symmetry
I wash my Nightmares clean
Something coming from afar
cooling the soft hues, azures
nausea passes into the silence…
A life that conquers all!
I feel….something
Transcending.
Crimson!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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