Catch myself staring but it’s never at you.
My body rests here while my mind traverses.
Planted feet on the ground, hoping for a breakthrough.
Instead, I’ve made contact with remnants of fallen universes.
I feel my fishnet mind expanding.
The line fraying, to welcome, opening a door
To a world beyond mundane physical understanding.
My spirit detaches and falls—slips—drops through the floor.
Can’t comprehend what happens when I visit these places.
Although, I never return empty handed.
Some inkling remains, a feeling imperceptible by our five senses.
Yet somehow, I know that all of it is connected.
About the Creator
Remi Akers
Remi is a poet and Young Adult fantasy/contemporary writer. They are a nonbinary demi-androromantic asexual who has chronic pain and fatigue. They like to write all things dark, queer, and cozy.
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