i wasn’t supposed to be there

no vessel

for any

soul,

yet It

boomed

‘You’re not supposed to be here.’

an aural assault

by freefall winds

gallowed

as I dove through

God’s eye -

this shape of infinity,

this babelic library,

this God’s godless dream,

My airborne burial.

Iris pulsed

ever-dancing fractals

of rainbowed mandalas,

of blooming flowers

drunk on time.

hues

from unseen spectrums

held vaults hiding

pure volumes,

and breathed.

O Euclidean Renegade,

shames mandelbrot’s set,

stains opalka’s project,

swallows piranesi’s prison,

SPARE ME...

suddenly,

sent

back

plummeting.

i laid on virgin tinfoil

under placid imitations

of rainbows.