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.