Sunday, December 16, 2018

Meiosis

Glimpse of a mythic self

I can feel their subsonic moans
out there beyond the membrane.

Swimming through the metacosmos,
alternate universes
are drawing near—
other ways
how everything could have been,
how things could be.

It could all go wrong.
It could all finally go right.

My universe secretes something.
These others swell with interest,
daring to swim closer.

What do I want?

I want them near
and I want to hear
their rumbling whispers
of sweet seduction against the membrane.

I don't know what I want.

I want my own universe
to shiver with anticipation

and glide easily
toward solitude,
leaving behind

a space
filled with giddy confusion.