Deep Space

by Nikolaus Euwer

 

A
hungry soul
split in half,
drops of blood and
light turning, curling backwards in
time toward
darkness; Spirit like
an octopus
propelling, reaching
backwards.


The walk into
daylight, the body
urging and in
pain.


A heavy body grasping;
what is time and how do
its particles
pace
through the veins?


The soil against your
feet, the rain that wafts
minerals
into the
air; this planetary
metallic
dream, this place and
its living
needs.


Oxygen corrosive against
the body, breaking
down
and bringing
up. Life
that resists, that feeds on
strife; the Soul unquenchable,
the Spirit
free.


Hands against the
grass, tall and wet under the

sky; time of life that views
itself.


Prism of a rain-
drop: a
glance
into deep
space.

Nikolaus Euwer is an avid gardener. Nikolaus enjoys writing poetry and making music, which can be heard at: https://soundcloud.com/grownativeplants

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June 2018

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