Cosmotica

My eyes open. Darkness. Silence— peace

My mind stirs— flashes— ignites— idles— purrs— thought release— speed increase— a blur

This is my best time— fresh— ripe— pure

I am cosmotic for just a bit of time before reality creeps in from the peripheral darkness

All of my atoms and thoughts are connected to the Universe

And— while I am still plugged in— I have access to all the wonder of it

I have fleeting moments to read from the infinite library

I sometimes feel anxious— standing in one of the endless aisles of shelves reading a

forbidden book— knowing that the library will close soon and I will have to leave

I will politely be prompted to leave by a kind and elderly librarian with an English accent

— time to go, dear— with a smile— she will walk me to the large heavy oaken doors and they

will whisper closed behind me as I am turned onto the streets of life—

the new day awaits me.

The reality is bright and harsh and amnesiatic and often numbing

I turn around to see the cosmic library fade away like the moon after sunrise.

Into the churn

the looming need to get up and earn— and consume

The twilight— the edges— the transitory phases— the solstices. This is where the answers

are found and life is most magical

Where the membrane between what we know and what we imagine is thin enough to reach

through, for just a glimpse— a glance— a moment— a chance

To know everything

JArtB

0446 FRIDAY OCTOBER 29, 2021