THE VISIONS #poetry by jay

The world outside is non-existent until I step out the door and ignite the visions—

the planets follow my every move— start/stop/start/stop—they circle then drop 
at hyper-speed— into the pit that’s my gut / circling the drain of past thought

lived moments circumvent a new existence / at breakneck speed / a vacuum plunges a dark void               
a black star burns bright black / if possible // yes possible // 

shoots past my intestines / wrenching itself around some vague future dream / held in / geometric patterns / in the sky / lit by shattered fragments / of quasar

matter gobbling matter / in chunks and bits / no matter exists at all—theory that such matter exists 
// exists in blips // time travel sends me reeling / skeeter-skittering / teetering on the brink 

no space or time exists / outside these walls
doors creak open / blowing in the dark.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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