I dreamt that I could see the universe through a crack in my ceiling.
Not just the night empyrean but actually as if I were floating
through space. A bold voyager, drifting in my bed
with eyes affixed upward, on equal footing with the stars.
There was no more sky only this blackness,
where color and lights were more vivid
as my apartment coasted like the USS Enterprise
with the bedroom as the bridge. Flying solo,
me as my own Mr. Sulu,
manning the navigational controls
through alternating listless and mesmerized gazes
at the vastness unknown, my hands were laying folded
near my solar plexus feeling the solar winds
off this universe’s sun pushing me onward
like a cosmic junk ship.
No need for warp drive, just glide and float forever.
- ▼ February (3)
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