Beyond Zero

by bluedolphin ©

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
who will master this new helm?