open the door to the swing that swung,
I fused the visage of something strong,
aloft,
above,
I gave myself hope,
the darkness spoken,
the darkness spoke,
wedged eagled wings,
broken but not sewn,
slithers of something me,
but never do I come,
I was for I am,
but I am not me,
a glass,
a bottle,
a broken shard of release,
my cryptic puzzle,
a sea withing me,
open the door,
cut the flesh,
a puddle,
a river,
a sea from within me…