BECOMING SUPRA

Chapter Z: god

I float up, nimbus like. I shut my eyes, slipping into a thrum, warm and womb-like.

My sabre of light slashing through jungles of jagged aberrations,

some the geometry of fire, some the color of black.

I overcome. I overcome.

Deflecting all thoughts pulling me out of my sanctum sanctorum.

The world around me falls like a pack of cards.

My three-dimensional reality dissolves.

My characters and skins,

and the glass chamber I am levitating in,

all vanish into vast emptiness.

A soft lurch, a hypnagogic jerk, I rocket through space and into another dimension.

In tachyon flicks, I morph through all the iterations of a quantum particle from birth till dawn. From the first ingredients: hydrogen, helium and carbon to the vibratory pulse I am now emitting.

In superposition:

from a sight-less, single-celled smear,

to the bioluminescent twitch in the pit of the ocean.

I become water heavy with salt, shaping nacre'd shells with tongues of current.

I become a lace of frothy surf rising with the swell of the sea.

I become the dazzle of sunlight seized in shallow pools.

I become the quartz in sand

I become the footprint of man.

I become he, I become she. I become fluid then back again.

Black skinned, white skinned, revolving through the shades of the melanocyte scale.

A snake swallowing its tail,

the spin of the milky way,

the wink of the infinity cycle.

I become an aria, a musical note

A god particle living inside like a silent undiscovered song.

I expand, I contract,

Rise and fall.

I become cause and effect.

Mastering my orchestration

I become so fine, I quiver into a straight line:

a ray towards provenance.

I become a tornado of love,

A vibration the color of pink

exploding, evolving

an atomic discharge,

into all travelling on spaceship earth.

I become supra.

I become omni.

I

become

god

.