I am a crystalline blue
Resting on the emerald glow

I eb and flow in radial currents
No one knows where I begin
I have no waterfalls
And at the edge of yourself you will always find me

Underneath me is a limitless sky
And above me roams the cosmos

The seafarer dipped his cupped hand in my shores
A microcosm abiding, pulsating in his palm

Sprinkle me anywhere
For I will always return here

From the Author

I’ve gotta come clean to you, reader.

Most of my poetry is born from sadness and frustration. I live in a mental world of “as it should be” and that inevitably creates tension between me and the world “as it is.”

I get sad and frustrated at my own work sometimes. When that happens, I try to write something beautiful.

This is a poem about Enoch.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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