Passed Out on a Stretcher in Some Kind of Eternal Emergency Room

Passed Out on a Stretcher in Some Kind of Eternal Emergency Room

Dear particles of cosmic dust,
Dear undiscovered elements,
Dear Jane / the dame / with no last name,

My heart is in pieces
but it was never broken

I disassembled it;

an experiment in neuroplasticity and biodegradability
in the name of science

perhaps taken too far.

Meanwhile the universe expands like a loaf of bread.

My need to extract the meaning of life
could be the thing that leaves me dead.

I am an impulsive man
but I’m taking a moment to reflect
for an eternal microsecond
before I take this next step ahead.

One small step for a man
A giant leap for all kinds

in the name of madness

I will find
new heights and new depths
new lengths and new breadths

I will sprawl
I will spread
I’ll fly Union Jacks

If I can only break
the confines
of my
own
head.