Visioning In Liquid Black
Looking into the black crystal
I prognosticate;
the future unrolls
as a sheet of silk.
Swirling, curling, unfurling;
auric waves pin wheeling
in the blackness
of the stones heart.
Energies tickle my skin
soul-melding transmission beamed
through my all-seeing eye;
I am terrorized, traumatized,
elated and mesmerized.
In visions of a future, bleak
tiny happy diamonds peep
through occlusions both
shallow and ever so deep.
Black crystal tells me,
all is not lost, but for our ills
we must pay the cost.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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