It begins again.
Each time I step inside the tunnel it begins.
terror, stalking me like a bluebottle fly, eventually maggoting down
into my subconscious and eating away at my flesh; cleaning my bones
white and smooth. Now, like the rumble of a dandelion clock, I can hear
the exquisite solar wind rushing like blood through my adrenalized
veins. This tunnel, this darkness, this eerie solar silence.
universe is disintegrating like the dissolution of a wishing tree, and
I am hurtling through space in my tunnel of steel and magma. My light
wishes are blowing away in the wind, the solar wind that is eternity
within this vast space.
The silver genie granted me three wishes,
the silver rocket is propelling me through a matrix of dreams. It’s
what I always wanted, to fly. A memory: the reflection of dancing
shoes in the puddles of my childhood. The fulfillment of my tangerine
I am sending my daily message to earth now, as I always
do after the instrument check. Today I say “Weather here – wish you
were lovely” that will make them smile and clap.
As of today I have been up here for five hundred days, it is beyond a wish fulfilled.
I am singing as the meteor hits.
I am dreaming.
I am ecstatic.
So…it begins and ends.
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