“Airing Out” © C.P. Hickey 2018
“Airing Out”
I lose pieces of myself,
As I travel up into the atmosphere.
Seeing all around me,
Without looking.
Dots, fragments, a pixelated potion;
Dispersing.
And it feels,
Freeing.
No longer bound to fear,
But embracing the cessation of all perception.
Allowing for a communion with the stars.
Traveling billions of light miles,
To the expanse.
Liberation.
No longer bound by time, or light.
I am the energy.
Never eaten,
nor destroyed,
But transferred.
