Opening the bathroom window to let the steam from the shower out, I pause a moment, still nude, and gaze at the nightsky and the city now frozen as it sleeps. With a pan of my sight I muse on the characteristic incandescence that pockmarks the scene. I imagine what the landscape might have been like before this light had disrupted the blackness of encompassing night. My mind—which I have always given free reign—with no concerted effort or intention whatsoever begins to remove each man-birthed edifice and structure, one by one, from left to right—much like popping inflated balloons, but without the jarring pop. Soon there is nothing left but darkness, the sky, its youngling stars, me—bare-bodied—and the vapour that escapes this living vessel that I am borrowing. The nightscape is different now, very much so. A world I will never know; a world I can only dream into existence. This is where light was born; where minute life, life as we know it, first exploded and concatenated into evolution. Yearning to stay just a while longer I unfold my mind further and begin to walk, deep into time-out-of-time.
M.M. — 12-Mar-2013
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