WeSwallowTheSun

imagination breathes meaning into chaos 

fills up the lungs of the banal and the lifeless 
reanimates the deadening dreams 
of full-blooded hearts that were wasted 
on less than what made them come truly alive 

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~weswallowthesun 

there was a path that curved 
from her cottage to the cliff 
and at the fall of night 
she would wander to the ledge 
with a lantern at her breast 
and bare feet chilled in dust 
she stood atop the crest 
and closed her eyes as best 
she could 
opening wide her ears 
to soak in ocean mist 
rising from the underbelly of the rock
her heart would sink and drum 
turbulent and fierce 
and let the lantern loose
to jaws of beckoning tides 
then towered back in fear 
hands and fingers writhing 
an electric liquid punch 
she would wait to hear the whine 
of whispers in salty winds 
from Amphitrite, the goddess of the sea
who mourned her widowed state
from whence her Neptune fell 

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~weswallowthesun

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In the hollow of the earth 

A world yawned and emerged

A hazy stretch of land curved 

And crashed as if a wave rushed 

Over my head 

In the belly of our blue oceaned orb 

A fruitful bursting chasm cradled 

Moistened hearts of stone 

As I gazed to the west and the east

The ground did not fall off into

A darkened, shadowy abyss

But rose and lifted high

Above my head

For the horizon had diminished  

And the sun was ever present 

So I looked up into the dusty 

Clothed light, dampened 

By the ever-morning’s dewy mist 

Tethered by gravity and might 

We spun carelessly about in a 

Shining too remote 

In the hollow of the earth 

A pathway, through the gouged 

Sockets of polar eyes 

Ranging wide and quaking low

I was aimed to be swallowed deep 

And far below, the gully did gulp 

And thrust me forth into heart 

Pumping wild with thundering 

Pulse and volcanic emulsion 

But low I found a deepening place

Far from the heat of the well 

A sight of peaceful sanctity 

Enrapturing toes, and mouths, and feet 

My skin began to shed 

I tore and ripped through calf 

And thigh 

To find a body far beneath 

That glowed like coal and fire 

Wrapped in featherly wings 

There were still others that flew 

For they learned how to 

At first breath and by first sigh

I climbed the trees that grew 

For miles in the cloudless sky 

And perched serene over

Endless beaches of sandless sand 

And lifted clear off the meadowed 

Grassy land and drifted into 

The warm and scented hues 

Of wilderness and mire that 

Spun around like spires 

A kaleidoscope of prayers 

Rejoicing with the leaves

As they were carried by the breeze

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~weswallowthesun