Shattering blue aftermath
riding the sea of milk and clouds
and pierced with the black sigil of the soul.
Lefthand, nighttime and doorway.
The blood of my heart,
open and abyssal
repand and vibrant
centered and ubiquitous.
Go, strike a hole in the sky!
And in yourself!
And sit within
to shudder and cry
and laugh the laugh of disbelief!
And this follows the rapturous myth
and the forgotten stories of neverheart.
An impossibility of touch.
The inconception of feeling.
The despair of unimagining.
And the unknowable caress
of possibility.