There was this spiritual world
We connected to, a hunger made symbolic
By a wolf, a pathway we had met on in the before,
The dizziness of a star coated night eternal, echoes
Thunder in the distance like rocks chewing
On each other.
The sparkle, the crystal gleam of light shard
Balancing itself in viscosity, fluttering, swirling
Eyes were set on this world
One bubble, two, three
It required me to drown to keep it afloat
Light can never be tangible
Even in darkest parts of
An ocean.
Charles Snyder 