To fall up in darkness, to be twisted and spun, then have the cold heavy light thrust upon me. To hear thy voice beaconing, comforting, and so I go to thee.

For then have we found soled ground, to wake and all be made in a celestial manifestation. I lay next to a sapphire form, on emerald grass.

Blue diamond sky O’er head, factual flowers bloom on the dark rich brush, like radiant embers burning with shimmering ruby and topaz.

I turn to thee and gaze on eternity. To embrace thy heart for...