The Eighth Post – a mobile spontaneous post 

I wrote a poem. I’ve been seeing myself differently in a specific way and I was in a skyscraper last week kind of floating in this new perspective and felt this poem pretty intently. So here it is.
I hear the hum of central air from high above a cityscape

Seeing, not city, but the silent movement of cars across asphalt

A Distant highway rages with vehicles, each one a world, an ecosystem

Each motored frame carrying people to destinations

This is the multiverse; this is reality; this is every dimension that swirls around us threatening to burst open across lines of separation.

Then the journey, long or short, ends.

The lines of spearation blur and fade.

Mechanical atmospheres swell and pop issuing forth the people inside to mix and make new worlds.

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