Poem: Crystal Ball

 

Crystal Ball

 

an upside-down imp stares back,

leans left for my right,

stretching into bedeviled rainbows.

leans right for my left,

until auras split into caverns and ribs

and circle round to live larger still,

upped by factors of whatnot to ∞.

 

i dive in, immerse, in sync with the imp,

vivid among photons that frolic 

and paragons who vivaciously flow.

it's a hypermath of hula hoops.

a transmogrification of chords 

which strum Saturn.

on the other side of the rings 

a coat hung on a peg 

bursts into a psychedelic ocean,

its tweed bulbous with aurora borealis.

 

this glossy orb,

it holds every coronet in the world,

adoring atop its stand of brass.

when sunlight plays keen, the gold webs:

paisleys into jewels, galaxies into novas,

amid hubbell dewdrops 

emergent  in a big-bang rendezvous. 

it blossoms, this crystal ball,

somehow born from spaceless specks.

it is cosmic, impossible, a language 

of unpredictable comets,

and only then

does it bend to collapse,

fated to render the nothingness 

beautiful.

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8/23/25 .. eds .. hellish poem to work with

10/5/24 eds