A few last flakes of fear
Exhale like smoke in the glare
— This weapons-grade retrograde
Disconnected the dots
Dust of the fallen world
What would otherwise
Annihilate attention
For what was never real
Must be grieved.
There’s a truth in here somewhere
Beyond the individual choice
To receive
The kind of experience
Souls crave
— Something outside, not just
Happening for me.
Ah but there are as many worlds
As stars
And I won’t feel so imprisoned
If I set them free
From mine
That place of terrifying
Mystery,
Where boundaries bleed.
The shuttle almost hit
A car
There was air
Then no more.
