Worlds birthed from a prism.
Prison.
Imaginary light split
projects serpentine madness
 upon the screen.
I journey her 
spiral 
staircase 
of dimensions 
endlessly.
An aurora squirms 
like a worm 
in a dark polar sky
where weather changes
like a temperamental chameleon 
on a mood rock.
From a glassy aquarium bowl
a goldfish frowns with disgust 
for being sectioned off 
from the lake...
and light 
seeps through cracks 
in orbed walls 
as I hammer and chisel
with a virtual hammer. 
Unfathomable 
it bears no weight
this instrument of mind.
 
All momentum origins souly
from intent.
And when withdrawn 
and introspective
like a turtle far from sea
there's no body memory.
Underneath
  a clearing silhouette 
of darkness
a strange orb in a celestial
sky
encompasses every organism 
with life, 
as awareness 
testifies to eternity
for forever.
© 1999 by David Bozzi