Distant
from time.
Faster than thought.
More than a place
equal to ours.
Long in a state,
diverging the line.
Secret of innocence,
bend matter and light.
No sounds,
only what radiates.
Singularities
exist
in our minds.
No, not afraid.
Not anymore.
A natural state.
A hand on the door,
pushing,
pulling me in.
Such a strange,
wide open
place
this is.
HG – 2021
