Limbo Eyes

In the silent place, where the crickets have no love, only heartbeats that ricochet off of inanimate walls. Prisons for insects in the great dark. Fragmented and separated are the cages. Thousands of miles apart. The airports do not groan. The cemeteries do not shiver. There is no sound in the silent place. This all lies against non-reflective black terrain. Ahead of coffin veiled eyes, there is no sun to glister their black pupils, so dusty. Against this world, of worlds not yet illumined, Villas of eventuality float without existence like mercurial cylinders with the void heavens inside. 

Without much ado, the soil rich horizon is bathed in particle light and time. The coffins pop as bubbles pop and the rays find the black pupils. The darkness glows with light. Different shades of shadow in the black dot, shrinking against the bitter light like linguistic aperture. The sunlight massages your ears with the sounds of the crickets seen ahead, liberated and sounding their love fiddles. These ears and pupils are separated in the space time continuum. their merging process begins. 

Spilling from all sides of this sun-soaked pupil are deserts and dunes. So concentrated is their shade of orange, like the sands of venus and more potent still. Glowing with orange, yet restrained and cool in temperature. A color most cosmic and illusive in mother nature.

Water is born for the very first time. The deserts flood all around with deep aquamarine water. Glowing thick with murky flawless green, like the surface of Uranus and more potent still. Very cool in temperature, freezing, shivery, smoldering. Sizzle spice zest pow. Ghostly is it's aura. Now, the desert is but a sandy beach. The waves of this aqua ripple subtly and with a little pep from my imagination. Deeper do the waters of this ghostly sea of beautiful bliss go. Darker does it's shade appear from up on high, where the sun floats watching and exploding in place. Darker and deeper goes the water until the pitch black is thick and absolute. This is where the bottom feeders feed. The magnificent, magnificent bottom feeders. Slimy and aroused by shadow. They peak their eyes from behind moldy rocks of black and smile with teeth most jagged. The beauty is unreal.

Exploding from this darkness in all directions pointing away from your shrunken pupil is a sky made of milk. Glistening, glossy, spanning light-years and light-years across, the shine and gleam and divine sheen absolutely thrilling. This milk of sky enshrouds a sphere of matter and in it sits trails of deep red smoke from the tear duct tavern door. Like lightening strikes of blood! Other clouds of red, so faint and slight, here and there occasionally. Otherwise, polished is this sky of milk. All nested in delicate flesh. Cliffs of pink that end in lashes, like brown flames stationary in moving time. Blinks every now and again. Through the flesh that surrounds, which glitters so with galaxies of stars and blushing, the ears and eyes are merged. 

The temple expands to beautiful peacock landscape, soft with eroding goose-bump flesh, bright under the sun. Mountains of crystals and diamonds with clouds of all colors obscure the land like fog, so dreamlike and melting with rainbows. all of this and divinity, yet the sun is locked on the limbo eyes. 

There are unseen sights. A soul speaks through the invisible, resonating shivers spewing from these spheres of vision. A history. A voice that wishes to flow as liquid saying "I have seen agony. I have seen ecstasy. I have seen, and I have this to share. This is all I can ever hope to give away, so I shall give away it all forever, because I can. I have felt the cold. I work to befriend the cold. Others cannot help to shrivel under the frost's mantle of strength. I hereby sacrifice my warmth. Amen" 

At the sight of this, the sun, the anonymous star in the macrocosm of countless, envisions something. The pupil appears as a volcano protruding from the ghostly sea. It floats with constant restless motion in the very middle of the venus beach. It erupts with a beam of heavenly light. Straight ahead it fires. I, the star, am exploded. 

I bow to your limbo eyes. Now I have warmth to sacrifice as well. Oh and again I say you have the most beautiful smile. It's almost maddening sometimes, my love for you. I refuse to filter my opinions on the matter, so I explosively desire writing about you. You're the most awe inspiring explosion of all.