I snake in and out of this translucent reality, flip between
the ether and the actual; the universe and the chamber in which
I lay, fluctuating from body to out,
Respiring and perspiring, heart pounding one minute
And the next thoughts passing from me to the mainland
‘cross idle wood and stream,
To where coyotes pace the tender land
With tenacity and pride against the stark tide.
Plunged back into depth below
Where the deep blue unravels a world of nectar in brine.
Outstretched are the hands of blubber and zebra and nettle and fur
And a holographic irony of treaties signed
And men on pedestals, protecting shallow pools of toxic myrrh.
Palpitating, perfected charms floating whimsically
From mind to matter,
Where walls are ever-fading
In a blue, scrolling light.
The ether eel eats the eerie
In the construct of our minds
Through gravity’s pull of wars waging
From the flesh up to the sky.
Photo: Lee Root via Flickr