Never bending out of place.
True to from save a trace,
Of vague unfamiliarity
That lurks in this space.
That light cannot hold back
And dark cannot wish away.
A sense of wonder I feel
And all my senses do betray.

Hands clutch even tighter
The empty that is real.
In this place of new found being,
Empty is all I feel.
My last breath robbed away
And my lips clasped to it.
Language is lost to my thought
Words failing to fit.

Transcending to a new found
State of celestial reflection.
Old ways cowering behind
A new found state of deflection.
Feet planted so deep
On a ground so shallow.
Sanity finds a new body
In which to solemnly wallow.

Sky, yet so far away
Maintains a steady trance.
Pushing vision to its limits.
I grasp this new chance,
To see with my soul.
Reach to the undertow.
As it washes me to the flood
I hold onto this new found flow.

Mantra of my shell,
I close my eyes and wash away.
Mantra of my spiraling thought,
Hold my breath and wash away.