A Glimmering Viridescence

Art by Edvard Munch

I awaken from a dream.

I have a question:

How do I negotiate

this non-geometric space

With ardent blends 

of color? There are no sharp 

arrows commanding a direction or route.

I shut my eyes. 

I desire.

Inside,

my breath sighs

through my veins.

Outside,

the vast emptiness 

gathers sunlight and prism.

Profoundly kindled,

I ask: What is it

to exist with no gravity? How

does one endure without anchor?

I am the ubiquitous forest, brimming

with nerve and breathlessness.

In this instant, if

you tear my heart open

you shall find the indomitable sun.

The steadfast earth. The brave leaf unfurling.