3 poems

I.

And so it Begins

A piercing ray of light

Striking my bright-blue eyes

My chest pounding ceaselessly

A newly arrived foreigner

In an bright-blue sea of adventure

Greeting foreign faces

Stamped with a bright-blue name

My bright-blue eyes look out on an emerging horizon

And I hopelessly run to reach it

II.

And so it Continues

My blood-red vessel moves and speaks

Clear white rods grow and shape

My blood-red jacket

Reaching no conclusions

No bright-blue horizons

Only spilling blood-red blood

I think and feel with my blood-red brain and heart

I see, I learn, I know nothing

My blood-red machine pumps on toward the horizon

III.

And so it Ends

The sky turns jet-black

An arctic cold grips my blood-red machine

Freezing its mortal gears

The pounding of my chest ceases

A jet-black darkness blinds

My bright-blue eyes

A newly arrived foreigner in a jet-black universe

My bright-blue horizon fading with my blood-red vessel

And forest-green and dirt-brown consume my being