Seminiferous, the sinuous search began.
Shadows shifted through smoky shallows
and surged with scalloped substance,
seeking soul-shine, for sustenance.

She was walking the valley’s path, shuddered,
and quickly whispered weavings of masking magic,
swallowing abstracts, extracting moon illusion,
webbing her form within sutured safety.

“Ssst,” she murmured to her fears.
“See the silence snaking to assist…
Stay low, mind soft, soon substance
of specied specimens will wither.”

Stars had expired to supply her sustainability.
Space and Time solidified into spatial sapience,
then summed into the overwhelming whole
of super-diversity witnessed into awareness.

Sizzling in sonic madness at loosing her soul-scent,
shadows screamed with shrouded malice,
ashy weight of self-feeding shrinking mouths,
consumed by starvation, asylum denied.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/15/04