A Separate Universe
I always wanted to fly.
A SEPARATE UNIVERSE
A chemical – releasing energy, grasping
threads from life – no mental block, perfect
form like an eagle in flight, effortlessly
performing, sibilant nature
seeking new adventure, pooling
with criticism, providing a larger ego to
reach the top – a Universe, alone belonged
to her – crossing mighty rivers –
Her field of view – foretold
prediction – the omen – her public
speaker – rearranged her expertise.
“Execute this bodily creation –
sporadic limbs no longer create,
engrossed with compelling idle thoughts.
Shoot me – attack this phantom!”
Cracking ceramic glaze baked on skin – a
specter locked within –
She met the traitor – a director
of our Universe dished our uncertainty –
she fought, screamed, and protested every
word – tossed to the ground – splattered
glass – ignored as if not around.
Knocked down by thrusts of lightening,
violently pulled by the eye of a storm –
escaped but with additional scars yet
determined to survive – flying above
forceful waves at a familiar shore.
Directed – into a splice of former life –
picked apart my brain – found
proper pieces to cultivate –
some succumbed immediate death –
left with one millimeter among
ten thousand threads –
bolstering echoes of success.
(c)2010 all rights reserved – Nancy Duci Denofio