THEORIES OF MANY WORLDS

By Rebecca Seymour

You asked me for beauty in darkness

I don’t know if it’s beauty, but

in darkness

I find myself

Here, I am here

And now I begin to understand

The difference between consciousness and matter;

In darkness, my matter matters not.

Breathe in, breathe out

Like a mud-creature, instinctive

The world is formless and I am drifting

Free

To imagine endless space around me

All the lights you see in the dark

To envision worlds beyond worlds, beyond my understanding

Scattershot of stars

I drift in clouds of light, in colours I cannot see in the world

Only in the depths behind my closed eyes.

The fear I fear I should be feeling,

Is not

Is joy instead, joy

Bright joy

As endless as the drifting stars

As all-embracing as the space of my own consciousness

As the freedom I find in the dark

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