Someday I'll swim in the blue tempest torn seas of your irises,
repel myself into the fathomless caverns of your pupils,
or jump through the Antarctic ice of your schlera.
I'll brave any danger to gaze at your mindsoul.
Out to in is only logical in this case white,
blue then black. I think instead of jumping
across the ice you should skitter and flail your
way. Moreover this would be the first line,
then comes the swim. I do wonder about the repel
part of the trip? It seems to me the blue sea
might suck you into the flow down the black
pupil hole unless you are quick with the grapple.
i like this, i disagree with lori and jacob, i do stuff like this all the time, where the first part always makes sense, then the last part intentionally doesn't rhyme. for me it makes my point stand out more.