the kraken: an epic saga interlude~~~~~~~~~~~ (oxygen overload)

image found online, artist unknown, used without permission
image found online, artist unknown, used without permission

 

when I don’t breathe

(suspension),

the cosmos we’ve created

surges eternal

through my retinal vein

 

(molecular galaxies

of atomic import).

 

with the first gasp back

in this reality’s artifice,

I’m captivated by you

and I rejoice…

 

although…

(stay still)

sometimes…

(don’t say it)

 

there is too much

respiration

in this mirror world.

 

how dare you

(how

dare

you)

 

acquit me of

perfection?

 

@OneLittleFishie2015

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tentacle 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hers

russian matchbook cover, early 20th century
russian matchbook cover, early 20th century

 

Alexandria evaporated in flame

(Cleo’s consort turned out to be

the wrong reptile,

entirely).

 

Embers of knowing take flight;

dancing in starlight,

bounding across desert sands,

(a final gambol through

flowered fields)

and settling in, on the Peninsula.

 

They burn slowly, on the Moor.

 

Wisdom of every love prior lived,

is a Siren song

to the Moth;

she gasps with the blood-pulse to her wings

and curls into a smoldering embrace,

finding a Universe

unified

once again.

 

©OneLittleFishie2015

 

tentacle 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ his

Russian poster for the 1917 Polish film 'The Abyss'
Russian poster for the 1917 Polish film ‘The Abyss’

 

I saw the Moon and thought of you:

 

A reflection of the life I walk,

A reflection of the reality I’ve made.

 

The dreamers’ muse that sings her song;

 

The song of laughter, that echoes

for me.

 

Tears of longing falling in my path;

A dream

of walking

(the reflection of two worlds).

 

Tomorrow, we will hold hands, my Moon…

To laugh.

To love.

To dance our dance.

 

Tonight I dream; your light is my guide.

 

Tomorrow,

your essence

is my

reality.

 

©CaptNemo2015