Make it stand out.

We fear predictions made long ago

We exist far above the sky, and all material things

A bird that flies to the borderline

I look out over thousands of Earths

Free from gravity, it’s enticing me

As I continue on to my destination

Electricity makes an arc as it’s cut off

Twisted‑up world, like a grapevine

A molecule bends out one hand

As though to become one with my heart

I throw my body from the pier

As though flying to the borderline between fact and fiction

Flying to the borderline between fact and fiction

I hang up the phone

No one was on the other end

Memories wash over me

The scents of the mysteries of air and rain