It was there
from all beginnings,
shining amidst the shine,
opening & closing
itself like a lung,
pink-blooded & new,
casting air aside for water,
water for light,
light for empty, for air again,
bleeding
out into itself,
& back out again to breathe,
grasping at life
in little bubbles, & holding
itself within.
It sleeps between all things,
holding itself gently,
with no
known aim,
sometimes waking
& watching,
& passing
unjudgment,
waiting to happen
upon slumber again.
Joe Nicholas is an experimenter and experiencer with work to be found in BOAAT, The Legendary, Profane, Willard & Maple, and other fine magazines. He enjoys wine, felines, puns, perpetual evolution, and all things bizarre. His blogfolio can be found at 8rainCh1ld.tk. "The River of Light" and "Silentbrain" are from his project, Shadowbrain Sat by the River of Light, Part I.
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