Step outside yourself, the air here tastes of stubborn
wonderment. The statelessness negates gravity, wings
tickle the fears in your back. There are more moons
than you can count, each one a different shape. Each
one with a backstory that the dark will stay long enough
to hear. What if I don’t want to go back, I ask a swirling
star. What if this universe, that I could not see from
within, has also stepped out of a billion beings? What if
that hexahedron moon is you? What do you see when
you see me? A hungry wedge of sky swallows the light.
Everything is moving in random certitude. The way
back to myself has already changed infinite times.