I breathe in

living particles

through tubes into smaller tubes

connecting to my heart.

I create future fields in bloom

rings of color radiate

surrounding small pools

of spring rain.

I travel the passage leading

to a room of infinite exits

each one a trap

bated by experience.

I see the sky through

a bony eye frame

on a blood dusty plain

no sign of humanity.

I am writing this in a book

someone else started

spitting blood into a toilet

and flushing it onto white polished paper.