NertherworldA Poem by alexAlexanderIt's in the underworld where the Netherworld exits.Netherworld Drink in the sea, of the Serengeti and savor its lasting breath, asphyxiated and strangulation: Crystal and fantasy caves; scuba, snorkels, accessories, gagging out gray oasis, this tasteless favor flows with shallow clear liquid, of boredom. Gasping at a circle around pale oxygen 20,000 feet beneath the underworld. Stranded between hypersomnia trail with insomnia, where an underwater diving game of pressure: deep darkness, caves lasting forever. The reflection of crystal ceramic permits guidance through blackness. Now being swept away into another zone; admit scorching desert, Offshore alone a tiny suspect ancient Orient. Light through the abyss Propelling into a luminal breathing silence, colors of light dimming then Fading into cream: engaging travelers in the Netherworld with messages inscribe nexus, and seal oracles, to rekindle immortal memory, nectar. Sit in the kindness of a stranger, whose full cup of liquid flows freely. Dreams from grandfather's liquid silk this endless flowing fountain under- water, drank life-giving gone forever gone. Once this unquenchable thirst has been appeased; and taken to each end of the earth. Toward its final unbound nabbing at strangely isolated places to have ever been, no soul or sound, just stillness of water surrounding structures in the night eerie silence conveys what was, this last place ever to hide away submerged In liquid bloom. In the distance, gargoyles trespass onto motionless waves. Leaving hair-raising monkey skid marks; to summon water Gods from the other side, where souls roam through a deluge unknown among mystical creatures seeking a dark star. They heard of a place where light never shines. This nameless dark star resides; so, they decided to seek out this nameless dark star joining out into the unknown, in the light of day. Where mysteries slept, upon arriving at this obscure remote ocean floor: A dark star was overshadowed by the brightness of the ray
© 2024 alexAlexanderAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoralexAlexanderMarietta, GAAboutBecause poetry is life. As a poet, it is our gift that allows the very pulse that beats through our Breath. That gives birth to a new creation. more..Writing
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