I look into the sky
and wonder who am I.
I feel the pounding
of my heartbeat come alive.

Suddenly. Inspiration strikes 
like lightning...

Moments rise,
and fall like empires.

Then the thunder settles in.

In clouds
on the big screen
archetype dream
from the archives of time.

Ocean womb, nourishing
oceanic child. 
Heartbeat pulsing.

Tremor disrupts.

Panic.

Earthquake.

All at once
a thousand dreams pass by
of a wounded outcast
trapped in a tunnel.
Choking.

There's a struggle to escape
a struggle to be born.

Contraction. Expulsion.
Swallowed
like snakes' prey
toward the edge.
Contraction. Expulsion.

Volcanic eruption,
bursting sparks, ash and dust
exploding 
elements of creation.

Demons and angels hum
an incessant drone 
in binaural octaves
that build ascending
pounding
into a primal scream
that tears across Eternity
like a light beam...

millions of bubbles
distilled from consciousness
bubble up from a crack.

Each an entire life's journey
a journey of the heart and
of the wound.

Every brother, every sister
emerge, purged, from the abyss
and collect into a Pearl...

where sky opens 
revealing 
mysterious light
infused with All Intent
in the shape of a Great Eagle...

it swoops down and swallows the Pearl.

Home.                                                                                        © 1997 by David Bozzi