Wavelengths

I am dead. But this is neither heaven nor hell, nor is it limbo.

I am not reincarnated.

I’m just not me.

The living always want the dead to come back and tell them what death is like, but they never do, and I know why.

They are with those same people right now.

I can see the curiosity in your eyes. Even though you are here with me you still want me to explain.

Even though we now have a hive mind you still want me to speak.

Very well. Let’s start with the basics.

Time and space do not move in a linear motion. It actually folds in on itself.

There is no past, present or future.

Here is there.

When we are children we see the universe through unadulterated eyes. We instinctively know the true patterns of time. We are carefree because we know that very few things really matter.

But when we age something shifts and we become dull.

As a grown man I have remembered what I was supposed to forget, and that is why I lie semi-catatonic looking up at the stars.

As a fetus I look up. As a child I look up. As a man in his prime… As an old man… As a dead man…

I cut a hole in space/time to defy the scared and unevolved; rejected their explanations given through religion and their secular work.

People used to ask me how I’d get by. They used to ask me why I’m wasting my life.

They’ve long stopped asking. I think they realize the truth; I am not the wasteful one, and it scares them.

One day I lie out in the open and close my eyes, and suddenly the voices disappear.

The uncomprehending faces disappear.

I open my eyes and you are here. I instinctively know I belong because I can hear thousands of thoughts in unison with my own.

I am dead and I am warm.

Reviews

[Adam M. Snow]

I am in love with this piece, 10/10

[Commanda Panda]

Thanks for stopping by.

[Adam M. Snow]

Anytime my friend

[Marie Anzalone]

Many attuned cultures believe that we must, as adult humans, experience a period of death, of jettison, of recovery back to the source in order to process and move forward. When the ground below your feet is in upheaval, looking at a fixed point in the stars helps immensely. So do knowing there are those select few in your life willing to walk on shifting ground with you, and come out through to the other side. Time travelers have always been those willing to simply listen with an open mind and heart to imagine what all life and age is like at once. It is like looking into Borges' Aleph; where a man can see at once all of the possibilities that ever existed, simultaneously. And then finding the place where infinities have a likelihood of crossing, perhaps.

Sorry this took me so long to come back to, my friend. Words have failed me for two weeks, so I have stayed away for a while. The ground has been shifting here, a lot. Thanks for being there for me in all the ways you have been. We should collab some time on some project or other.

[Commanda Panda]

You know where to find me. My poetry voice has been a bit weak lately, though.

[Marie Anzalone]

Mine has been completely silenced, lately. This, too, shall pass. You know where to find me.

[Marie Anzalone]

Taking this one in upon a second reading, will be back soon with a real review.

[Emily B]

this is beyond, your voice soars