Sometimes a roaring curse
sometimes a hushed threat
Trapped within you
were many doubts and hurts
Do not close your eyes like a frightened bird
Look at the scars
dark indigo
in colour
Do not shut your ears
to the cacophony of voices
all yammering together
Do not roam at the fringes
of high altitude day dreaming
On your descend you will meet
The huge reservoirs
of salt to acid
which after continuously flowing from eyes
have burned
even the last grains
of hope
Forbidden was the proliferation
Slow and agonizing will be detoxification
Stop beach-combing to find
when it was the last you smiled
Greet the waiting astral diplomats
to accompany you on your voyage.
Original Image: Walking the Fish by Christian Schloevery
