Libra

beaming
bright behind closed eyelids
illuminating columns of dust
this
inanimate space,
this megalithic hollow with synth-
etic interior decor, at once
seems as ancient as
time

with shadow; light
with light: shadow
inseparate,
paradoxically equal

i am a face and a name
where the silence surrounds my head
disembodied
hands probe walls, feet
reach tentatively, i
am an idea
and a thot

the shadow, and void
through which this illumination
plunge’d, by which this light
intensifies
seems vacant, yet
with a cosmology
of person

darkness envelopes sound
feet shuffle,
lungs, heart, echo bounces
a reverb with clarity
starts the eyes
leaping
mind: a frightened playground of
impossible creatures

feet flattening the dust of millennia
whole cities of microbes
giant
and
insect, entering the earth
as comets
set fire to the sky beyond
with galaxies of their own

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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