Don Beukes writes

Into the Blue

A golden crust of fossil dust

crushes beneath me

softened by infinite time unknown

sand blown wind caressing me

gently guiding me

ever closer

hypnotically into the blue -

All senses adapting

evolving

for a select few

deeper into a weightless float 

surrendering into a weightless float

observed by prehistoric life forms abound

their curiosity and life force astound

a sudden intrusion amplifies confusion

liquid womb violently contracting 

the predator no illusion

my presence exposed -

 

It catapults me out

of the blue

a lonely gull mocks

my shame

from above 

as I'm gently aborted

away from the blue 

 

 Nucleus of Creation ["Moses"] -- Frida Kahlo