deep within the bellows of belly,
rolls of skin and thin layers of fat
blood pulsates through tiny channels,
cells drift like dust and reassemble,
quick currents of electricity create
countless constellations of memory
an embarkation point of
luminous light streams
of emotion cast
symbols of stories
untold and unfelt.
freeze-frame each moment
and She will guide you in
deeper, if that is what you wish,
like Gish, to be an Orphan of the Storm
in blind mystery.
that light stream of emotion, can you see
how ephemerally it fades
with each salty tear
that streams down your cheek?
into the infinite