Oceanic Depth; Shifting Plates Under Continents...
by Nikki Moen
These million lights out here across the space of folly's barrier...
They betray the notches and recesses beneath
Where one may slip through.
Up here is where the wisps lie low above the geography,
the final point where you leave this wall of neutrons
and enter the region of renamed matter
and beings created of nothing but echoing transparencies
Far up beyond civilization
there is no place, no room, no reason for excuses
when you can see as one on the other side of the flesh wall
the one is as minute as a zygote
and as measureless as the eternity cycle
You cannot hide any longer here,
because out there is stretching the incomprehensible bounty
and right in front of you is a mirror.
