You are now bathed in white light he says.
My hand is particles
my arm lengthens, reaching
with every breath the white light deepens
with every exhale, the negativity exits your body
I think of tunnels
of loud music
of summer lights
and balloon wars
of windows
of light streaming through them
I think of beethoven
indian arrows and whales of shale
a tutu the color of lemons
of promises
the devastations of a whisper
of overtures proclaimed
symphonies
skies
I think
of walls of mirrors of streamers
of rage of tiles of green and voices
exiting
you are now bathed in white light he said.
i am, i am
