The Deeps of Me

Something inside me,
Pushing outward,
Stretching at boundaries,
Holding ever fast,
I want out.

I'm not in,
Checked out,
Bags packed,
Waiting for limbo,
Trains that never come.

Standing, an empty platform,
Deep inside and far away,
Body that is and is not me,
Pushing, straining, stretching, yearning,
Freedom that never comes.

Embryonic sack,
Separates me, myself,
Hardens against outstretched hands,
Encumbering connections,
All that lies beyond.

I feel,
Hand against mine,
Separation opaque,
Pressed against, pressed back,
Strange, this feeling unknown.

Connection formulation?

I dip my toe,
Cold is the water,
Lake of Souls,
Warm is the hand,
Inviting, against mine.

Connection trepidation?

I push harder,
Hand is warm,
Bonfire of Souls,
Water is cold,
Afraid, give me more.

Connection exploration?

I am gathered
Energy in my hand,
Push forth small light,
Penetrate through barriers,
Deep, the hand beyond.

Connection innovation.

Help me,
Show the way,
Light bourne translations
Words, sounds, feelings,
A lost soul pleads.

I conceive light,
Birthing in spaces,
Beyond the center,
Connection born fire,
Burns dark barriers.

A moment of magic.

Creates that which
One word often belies,
Orgasms that which
One sound often bemoans,
Raptures that which
One feeling often denies.

Simplicity recalled,
Melts time barriers,
Blind was the lost,
Now seen, the hand
Clasped in mine,
Is mine own.

Power of One found.

Love,
Remember how to love,
Myself I see,
One, I become,
Whole.

Finally, the train arrived,
Embarked for destinations
Unknown, I take a seat,
Look out the window,
Horizons approaching.

Limbo receding,
Baggage left behind,
Sodom and Gomorrah
On an empty platform,
Fades away into memory.