A tiny dot on a piece of paper.
\nToo much for one small body\u2019s initiation
\nInto the acidic abyss
\nSo, he cut it in half, twice.<\/p>\n
It would have been a bad trip.<\/p>\n
The bowl glowed with embers
\nBurning like a red star in some distant galaxy.
\nMesmerized, she sucked the plume until it died.<\/p>\n
Then choked on the exhaust.<\/p>\n
Her mind was not her own.
\nAnd he, the devil\u2019s son, smiled a vicious grin
\nAs he led her to his lair.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t stay inside.<\/p>\n
From above, she saw herself,
\nThen flew to outer space
\nLike a helium balloon<\/p>\n
Held down with a rope of pure gold.<\/p>\n
Speeding past the moon and Mars,
\nSkirting the rings of Saturn
\nBefore seeing the swirling system<\/p>\n
Hurling through the galaxy of distant stars.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat might I find at the edge?\u201d
\nShe asked herself as she sped through emptiness.
\n\u201cIs it a wall? Just more space? Or nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going and the cord will break,\u201d spoke the dark before her.<\/p>\n
She willed herself to turn and look.
\nSwirling behind her, every universe with galaxies within
\nDanced along a rhombus strip.<\/p>\n
\u201cLife is never ending,\u201d she heard herself speak.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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