Fever Dream
Putting on airs.
My heart spun through dark wet clouds.
Disorienting stares.
Time flowing backwards.
Voices running upside down.
Cold, I wrapped myself up safe in the warmth of Mass.
I thought,
This must be what it’s like to greet a ⟨Black Hole⟩!
(Do I say hello?)
Then, instantly,
Family flattened into meaninglessness.
World emptied of all persons living.
Sweet friends smiling,
Shouting “Leave Him Be!"
As they dis-integrated into violet dust,
Unearthly fears Quaking.
Then, quiet,
A gentle achey smile.
“Why is ⟨she⟩ unnamed, do you think?”
“Even our galaxy has one.”
She must be a Taoist,
said the dream child.