Mindshorn into legion
over green bubble-sea.
Roiling realities of white and rose.
An alabaster city,
each stab an embrace,
each thought a wraith.
She hovers over,
a balm, a guide,
fear-tonic and mender.
A kiss on my head,
wisps the thought-smoke
and I shear into ether.
Astride the chasm loop,
oroborus of thought,
twisted and rent,
and the maelstrom of a dream.
My néant and my expanse
gaze warm and oddly kiss.
These stars, this black.
No pain, no cries.
But calm death
and a shrewd smile.