i felt the sparks
like waves
washing against my core
white and black checkerboard covering every wall
and i saw dying stars
inside of your eyes about to explode
like supernovas
shattering galactic landscapes
carving highways of carbon for
new life to emerge
i’m in a vortex of spiraling
prismatic colors
being sucked by gravity
into the black shadow
of oblivion
an empty background
devoid of planets, stars, solar
systems, galaxies, and beyond
devoid of time and space
devoid of the concept of devoid
but strangely i’m conscious of
every single big bang that ever
exploded
like a mere single heartbeat of existence
strangely conscious of
every single universe that ever formed
every single star that ever imploded
every single lifeform that ever developed
every single life that ever lived
every single thought that was ever thought
and strangely, i’m conscious of
the entire history of existence
with it’s most minute details
in a single moment
