inside/outside

I needed out. I felt space-bound. Somewhere deeply secured underneath me, the past could still safely grow. Soon I would be near the top of the skyline with a probing lightness, which will render me dizzy enough to break through the cyclic and rounded appearance of time. Whatever magnetic barrier would be the only thing between me and where my body is in space. I would be free to swim through the foamy clouds to observe each little bubble as a different life scenario. I’d like to find the planet where actions have no consequences and intention alone is self-fulfilling.