While I lay down

I imagine I'm floating in space

 

and a portal opens where my heart is

​

a whole from front to back

open to the black vacuum

perfect and round

 

in it floats my heart

 

a star flaming with bright pink fire

a living ball of luminescence

 

light --streams-- out of it

and out of my pores and every orifice

pours rivers of photons into waves of light

 

light as sharp as lasers

 

streaming across eons and light-years

to conjoin with the rivers from other stars

 

a web of infinite detail

 

hanging Here

 

suspended

 

burning

 

alive

 

I Rest in a Cage of Glory