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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