Some things in the world need to be seen to be believed, rare, hidden parts unseen. Where few venture, and some don’t want to leave, where it’s like first light, but far, far beneath.
Towering City Ports and Ships in a Blackened Bottle
In only a single way
Backwards through a darkness
Convergent in non-lineal descent
Narrows grind, shred existence
Passing inside a spiraling throat
To emerge within akin to a blackened
Bottle, where rigging, masts to ships in the depths
Bend light between bent caverness looms in
Shadows, their flight above a cold unknown
Sea, confined in space and time, forward
Down through refracted dark shards, deeper
Until a faint light turns beneath a shallowing
Above, an upward climb ensues after departure
Many minutes from a blackened bottle ships’ anchorage
Breaking surface tensions, emergence into a towering
Vertical city port, escape within an evapouration as light
Curls through…
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