Postcard #23
Imogen Crystallizes
Glitter, glare. Soft focus. Swallowing air and vast landscapes of surface. Beyond our sky of the Rippled Kind.
Blessed with patience as they unwind. Mysterious spheres of why and temptation. Gossip from the pueblo seeings. An ancient nation of contemplative space-beings.
Torn from the pond, born into distortion. Oceanic forces beyond the freeings. A fusion of tug and a powerful pull. Towers of green and babbling flowers.
Pinnacles seen at the heights of healing. Just one bite for a trip through the ceiling. Feelings of bitter love with a cynical core. I am bound for above. Is this after life or before? Death of the current, breath of the more. A wide open door of universal sensation expanding all norms.
I am in observation of and by two forms. In the grips of disguise. Prisms of atmospheric minerals clouding my eyes. Innocent faith. Fate, ache and no stance. Crystal day-dreams of teenage romance. An elemental glance, exponential in size. New dance of no water, the stillness in skies.
Face to face with eventual, existential demise.