Am I lost? Spiraling?
Can space hold my frame?

Infinity compounds
in my head.
I free-fall through quantums,
tingling with dread.

Have I lost? Again?
Will space fold my mind?

Eternity opens its eye,
and sublimes.
I watch myself in mirrors,
viewing endless Time.

Will I lose? The thread?
As space shrives my heart?

Luminosity flares in might,
unfurling.
I perceive an abstract light,
occult and twisting.

Can I lose – too much more?
Without snuffing my space out?

Unabsolutes fall upon the low
from great heights.
I’ve become separated shadows,
incomplete as any one.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/31/04