LUCIFERINS
by Justin Patrick Moore, February 7th, 2010

 
I was born into a culture
          of nebulous phosphenes.
My eyes, from rubbing,
had built in floaters
                   specks of luminosity
electric sparks charging the visual battery.
I threw a rock into a purple lake
(memory recall recalls memories
distant faces distant past)
deep below the ground
clunking through a fissure
startling a jelly fish, it hung
perched with clenched tentacles.
It slinked & I followed
underneath black ice waves
past cave white crays
and blind shrimp
I wanted to reach bottom
touch the cracked stalactites
but my lungs ached
shivering from the undertow
ecstatic cold,
& dreams of oblivion
screaming empty bubbles,
my bronchia filled with brine
then I saw the Kraken
sitting on a nest of jewels,
his glowing Luciferins shined.