Chambers Of Crystalline Catharsis

I amble across the silvery bed

beneath the endless cosmic sea,

confined in my shell of luminous tinctures

that resonates in karmic lullabies

and the melodies of celestial mariners.

 

It’s my chamber in cerebral iridescence,

yet one I can never leave,

only whisper from it to the world

those soft murmurs in effulgence

haunting from my fire pit of phantasmagorical visions

who flame my tapestry in darkness

with their sanguine sapphires in sagacity.

 

Then I let got the sandy grains in surety

to drift through the morass in murky depths

of that ocean in veracity that calls unto my crab quintessence

slowly groping its enigmatic currents

ever riding the tangential tides

through the shoals in paradoxes and reverie reefs.

 

What odyssey unfolds with my voyage

in dalliances with quixotic mermaids

before the humanity beckons to their beach

and linger in hesitation to obey that voice

for despite the incandescent passages,

part of me is crippled by apprehension

over the light in other’s eyes.