black hole

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i tumble

stumble

fumble



like an egg cracking

backwards

deep down

into a hard-boiled wonderland



my senses snap into place

this is no Manhattan grid

grit and grime melt away

glimmers and shimmers join the fray



look up

rubber-bending skyscrapers

lion-hearted skytrains

drunken-pastel skylines

sky-high dreams

of new frontiers



colour is the conduit

smells of vintage Japanese

psychopop, solarpunk, future funk

each artistic spark

revving up an engine

of new adventures



in my world

i am a fool

a l o o f

in this world

i am a child

a l i v e



in this world

i know

to surrender

to laugh, cry, yell, jump, spin

and to swim in the black hole

of my emotional space