Tears for the Jellyfish

Grateful for the Sun
I close my eyes against it,
Breath in my belly
A painful
         Expansion.

The cavernous crack
Bleu at the center
Shudders and stabs
Within every 
            Pulse.

I 
 enter 
      it.

Eyes closed
Hands outstretched
Tentatively exploring

                     Blind
Without my navigator.

North and South
The walls are smooth
(if tender)
Entry a clean
             Cut.

Exit the same.

Blade sharp
Hand sure,
The beryl-blue set
Of your cauterizing jaw 
Staunched the
             Blessing 
of bleed out.

But the East
Oh, The East

Here in the East,
The palisades of 
                Your
God's country
Hang in grisly
              Shards
Rent by the
           Raven
You wrestled that night
On the black-wet walk
                     Home
Away 
    from 
         me.

Here in the East,
The corax is cornered
Cawing incessantly
Rending unceasingly, 

Wings beating blue
'Gainst the barbs of the
                        Cage
You
   Con struct ed
For us all.

And the West?

The West
My Holy West
             Stretches
Beneath my distended
(once beautiful)
                Fingers,

Tips afire as they
Crawl across that half
                     Forgotten
Sea of land,

Finally falling into 
Santa Rosa's Blue Hole of
                         Enchantment

Where the jellyfish 
                   Bob
Weightless
Translucent
Floating
        in  
           Indigo
Dying 
      Slowly
Of their own
            Poison.