sinking

sitting quietly
doing nothing
i see the far horizon. . .
all my emotions
singing into the cosmos
my all and everything
is away but on call. . .
eyes closed i see the colors
always the same
cobalt blue and purple black
expanding and shrinking
like some deep sea creature. . .
it is the bluestar of myself
flashing and flirting
with my composure
and my detachment
from convention. . .
and so
i slowly sink. . .

1988