my being is gravitating,
enveloped in sound (like
guitar or bass, but more,
floating into my head and
vibrating within my skull);
i am lost in the machine.

the lights flicker onto
yellowish walls through
a hazy layer of smoke,
like clouds in the
atmosphere of our own
solitary world.

i can feel atoms crashing
within my hemispheres,
arms and legs, mind and
soul… a dizzying attempt
to stay still, afloat, almost
fighting inertia, a fully
internal struggle.

"you should come with
me," a voice says from a
faraway place, sound waves
moving on the air like
light waves through space (and
i feel millions of light years
away.)

maybe i should –
maybe i will.