Light in flickers through a shell of blue

Pressure pushing into soft ears,

Sparkles of oxygen, drifting through beams

Of cool sunlight, and spiralling sand;

I dimly remember that we cannot feel water

But the change in temperature that sizzle the nerves

And elastic fibres, electric nodes;

How lonely it must be,

To never touch the salvation of our organs,

The vapour of our breath and cries of our grief?

A suspension in space, drawn by a heavenly line that pulls

Down at the core and pushes up

Like a pillow, that cups the head with the love

Of a universe that will forget us soon.

Sound is distorted, refracted like a flashlight

Knocked askew, and everything is slow. Slower...

––As if the revolutionary rotation of the Earth––

––And the ticking of the clock above the microwave––

––And the galactic timer that tick, tick, ticks towards death––

Has been pounding on a cage-like vacuum, unable to move

And destroy my peace.

It is uncontrollable, and yet for once in perfect control.

Eyes close softly, shielding the frantic reports of images

Sent to the brain, to a muted, warm colour.

The colour a baby, innocent and untouched

––Not happy nor sad, but just new––

Sees through the squint of its clouded soul.

I am in a vacuum, where nothing happens

And I can't get hurt. I can't hurt myself.

And no one human will ever lay sight

On the life in my eyes again.