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Liminal me.

As I close my eyes I see the writhing squirming impossible beasts in the darkness.

They appear aware of me but go unconcerned on their way in this singular forever.

Uncontrollable visions from countless worlds of skies and lands and machines.

Everything just for a split second enough to recognise but not make out.

Waking dreams of uncertain sanity under a microscope for each thought or part thereof.

Never close enough to be fully unobscured there’s a clarity so fragmented it distracts.

A modern and ancient view of everything that was and will be in an electric memory that isn’t mine.

Fear of death absorbed by an accepted geometry concealing chaos unstoppable.

Time became nothing, hours just imagined, traversable by thought.

Longer than forever in the blink of an eye.

Beings of fire and metal looking out over oceans of unexplainable patterns.

A collection of everything ever seen, thought, imagined, or forgotten.

A living and moving permanent giant of unknown rock holding this universal memory.

Everything is alive without exception, connection to everything else all the time.

All is possible, just look. Immolated feathery gods explaining uplifted relics.

A calmness takes place at the same time as a beautiful wall of light separates us.

Joined across something bigger than eternity inside the smallest part of a galaxy.

Impossible coincidences just obvious intentionally made bridges between two places.

Everywhere in every direction, a puzzle that solves itself by never ending.

I saw the start and end and everything inbetween of everything there was, is,  and will be, all at the same time.

I open my eyes and take back the illusion of control for the time being.

Where the fuck are you?

A hazy kind of cold,

like freezing smoke

chilling everyone with

a pleasant cooling taste.

 

Going to sleep

to never wake.

And down then.

A single magnolia bloom falls.

 

Life-shaped spaces

left lifeless.

A stopped carousel.

Arrivals unarrived.

 

Angry words vibrate

in a father’s pocket.

The last mistrust

despite unbroken vows.

The happiest dream

You visited me in the happiest dream,

After I thought of you for all these years.

You were there and everything was good.

We knew each other more than anyone else.

The memory of your smile breaks my heart.

The waking rain gave its sound to a dreaming shower.

©2024 David Newton