UNCHAINED
Candice James
Copyright 2008
Chained to a ghostly speck of dust
The weight was unbearable.
Lost between pulse beats
The silence was defeaning,
So he dove into a sea of forgetfulness
And became suffocated with memories.
Burned by an icy finger,
Warmed by a frozen palm print,
Silver pathways began to form and disappear
Flashing off and on
In some bizarre neon dimension of soul.
A snowdrift of anti matter
Swept him off his fountain of fear.
He floated through many universes
Finally coming to rest on the truth.
No longer chained to a ghostly speck of dust
He languished safely
Inside the red hot deafening pulse beat
Of reality,
And it was enough.