Somewhere between heaven and hell
In a space shaped like a shell
Twisted under some cold lit ceiling
Over the dark dirt of earth and rock
A pizza pocket of air that’s reeling
Round, a twirling galaxy of stars,
Twinkling snowflakes in the hardened ice.
Breathing’s slow; like Zen, time circles
Back to its beginning when it exploded.
Awake? Asleep? limbs forced to yoga?
Burning thirst and pain? Lick melting hope
In endless dreams of patterns in lattes.
What’s infinite shapes instead to a digging sound!
“An avalanche, a hole, a voice. I’m found?”