Axis Mundi The needle skips again: Stuck and scratching static At the end of this familiar groove. My record rotates once more: An undulating black sea, A wobbling vinyl orbit. Repeating the endless mantra of my foundational wound, The bi-polar dance of every subsequent relationship. I know this- The love sought is within and without. Yet habit seeks it still in this no-mans land: In the oldest and deepest neural canyon. Traipsing back and forth looking at the ground, Thirsting for a sky, That all the while shines, With infinite and unconditional light, Just above me, Waiting. I stop in my tracks... Now, dare I Raise my eyes?