There I said it.
This part of my body
leaves me in wisps,
Travels behind my eyes
up through and out
the top of my head:
the last part of my skeleton
to form
after I was earthside,
freezing over
like a lake in winter.
When it leaves me
it travels to places
I don’t know from this lifetime
but feel from others.
I see tectonic plates shift,
pull whole islands from beneath me.
I see children eating pieces of silver
on new shores.
I see the past too.
Men chanting themselves to animals
and back again.
Women throwing themselves into volcanoes
to save themselves from the cold.
But the future it scares me.
Each time I go further and further in
and find more and more water.
Children amphibious,
pale and gilled
swimming around gilded towers
full of recirculating air.
This is not the part that scares me.
It’s the nights where I have no dreams at all.
Well, not no dreams
just dreams of black
existing in endless time.
And maybe this is the big bang
and maybe this is the end
and maybe this is all just a reason
for us to rise faster
than the ocean.