Come, look inside,
there are worlds colliding.
Shifting realities,
emancipating abstracts,
allowing imagination to breed.
Vesseled streams multiply,
diversify, intensify. Come with me.

‘Afloat, my wispy plumaged eyes
take note; below me is hell. I live
in the air, released from podded prison
to ascend back to my origins.
Regal flight! For eternity
I want to drown within your airy seas!
Comfort me! I must descend
to heaven’s physical gate
to cycle my spiritual growth.’

I’ll stay by your side,
after all, you enter unwillingly,
at times, bribed by my audacity.
Taking you everywhere. Come with me.

‘Angular, I can’t help but take pride
in my design. I can freeze atom’s Time,
it is my right. You must delight
in my essence. Your convalescence
to see into yourself is inherent in me.
I demand your adoration! You must heed
my heavens residing fate!
We await your spirit growth.’

Come and abide. Take a ride.
Slide into my need. You will see
through my kaleidoscope eyes,
taking you everywhere. Come with me.

‘Announcing my hidden presence
I thrash and wallow. My favorite residence
is your flesh and mind. Your heart, soul
and spirit I also claim, my gold mines.
My companion is Fear. Ironically,
I feel fear. When wounds heal or
Time dulls my bite, I dwindle, fade
and disappear, hoping
you have gained spiritual growth.’

Come inside. Our worlds
can collide, imagination pervading
our spirits growth.
Taking us everywhere. Come with me.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/21/04