Light moves

beneath the cold

glassy surface

of the waters.


A fission of fire

brings luminous

shards of heat

to the depths of the unknown.


The abyss awakens.


At the nadir of the glimmering chasm,

something shifts.

No longer dormant,

it seeks sustenance.


It is restless

as it moves through

the profundity of being

alive again.


Hunger burns in its belly

as it grasps with prehensile limbs

the offerings of light,

devouring them greedily.


It finds Elysium

in this feast of vivifying flames.

It is insatiable now.

Its voracity unquenchable.


It slithers back to its lair

No longer filled with

shadows of dormancy,

it creates sparks of its own.


2002 by Jaimie L. Robertson, and may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including, but not limited to: printing, photocopying, or by any information storage retrieval system, or any other means, without written permission.


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