You

You,

Flying somewhere

Between towering crests

Of pitch-black seething waves,

Lashing like Triton’s tail, and

His hurricane beard wreathed in conch and coral

Whipping up fury in the wind;

You,

Rocketing weightless up there, where

The skies hung

Moonless, glittering icy

Space dust blasting down from hell in swirling forms of

Dizzy apparitions, flames shooting from hollow eyes,

Rushing through the hall of mirrors,

Their images splintered in broken shards.

And then, there

You

Were. Shining hair flying around your face.

Striding down a long white tunnel

Of madness. With ineffable grace,

You

Twist the doorknob, and step into sheer refulgence,

Swallowed up in the ravenous guts of a

Forever flaming house.