Far off from woven pathways,
mind gathers its withering voice
in the oncoming rains,
amidst the maze of delusion
and stands above the breach.
An overpass where the heart
is a sense of an aroma
or a pleasured touch
knowing every watery grave
of sophic static harmonizing
the sounds of dolphins.
A child walks barefoot through indigo winds
for sanctuary from morrigan thunder
as its bough breaks the sky
crossing the rubicon seal.
Rising images of a
coral kingdom manifest
from sheltered hues.
Such a water-course uncertain in
ambient auric waves,
yet, swollen tides separate its heavens
for this child holding sapphire serpents
and survival combines its mortal spark
to renew the colors of blue..
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