This place, it seems familiar,
Like an unopened corner of my mind.
I don’t remember this passage though,
And the endless fall that ensued.
Through the pores I saw it all,
A briefcase here, a backpack there.
I reached out for them, but in vain,
As gravity continued to take me into its thrall.
Memories? Yes certainly I had seen these before,
Whether they are mine, I am not sure of.
Because they seem too exquisitely crafted,
Too pure, not even the slightest bit flawed.
Dancing inside red bubbles,
Popping ever so slowly as I embraced the pull.
The red enveloped me whole,
As my bones turned to jelly.
My organs, on the other hand,
Began to grind like clockwork.
Slowly, I looked below me, and saw red,
And looked above, and saw even more.
I wondered what this sojourn was,
Whether it was in my mind, or in my heart.
Then flipped it all around to find,
It wasn’t a fall.
It was an ascension