The (tragic, comic) Birth of Oedipus
Atlantis, dreaming
If physicality is a shell, I extol its essence;
I call upon it with my singing flutes.
Life/Death/Rebirth
"on tonight's still night
moon gapes like cat's eye gleaming
dangerously low
in corners of hearts
shadows bury like earthworms
through tunnels clammed close
sleepless and restless
I sing through solitude's shell
songs of phantom seas"
whirlpool of darkness
domed sky shaken upside down
stars wink their solace
wasted words drip down
from the fractures of my heart
staining my blank hands
swathed in between sheets
I remember your embrace
promising blue skies
My Head is an Empty Vessel
Epilogue: Doorway
