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