A masterpiece of light painted over this soundscape
burned into the blackness that rose to cover me
when the veil pulled back and I reached into the abyss
I was desperate to find the anchor chaining me to reason
but my hands closed on nothing
Now cast adrift on shallow seas
I go floating away to the sky-water over trenches
where terror waits in depths out of sanity
searching for a glimpse of my shadow on the surface
ready with a promise of the infinite to lure me down
The blackwater aether is an elixir in my hands
cupped to lips that have only known thirst
and below me in the sunken places a hidden eye watches
ready to reap a new disciple
who might gain entrance to the temple of an unlit world
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I need to get back out to the coast…
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Image by Elias Sch. from Pixabay
The Light is On 
9 responses to “Abyssal”
I honestly don’t know how you do it everyday…nobody’s supposed to be perfect all the time!
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Believe me, I’m definitely not (: I just start with getting the first line down and then hammer away until the rest is there
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It’s a magnificent gift you have, Mitchel–wow’s me everyday.
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Thank you Rhen (:
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Welcome.
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Some vivid imagery there, well done.
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Thank you (: much appreciated
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Beautiful writing, this line though: “searching for a glimpse of my shadow on the surface”, love it!
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Thanks so much (:
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