Stay Awake

 I look back on my time in the room as the sliver of moonlight left of myself

A comet leaving trails of movement in particulate matter, the darkness still very much awake.

The message was the sky this morning, a kindness in the sun.

I'd looked through eyes finitely deeply until my dreams met the day.

This morning, I'd had to escape a wooden recluse. (I'd return to the smell of turpentine).

The strange scents of Exeter had returned and I was able to read the machine, free of my body's riposte. There was real oxygen filling the hollow chambers of the scaled models. The smell of current through metal, this time, contained and beautiful in implication. The perfume of passers by. The world was working. The sky led me through. I followed the road back today with the sun in my eyes.

There was danger on the way. Not enough information to commit to a decision. The flight out of here looked at the road through glass eyes. Without so much attention to detail, it needed less energy than the environment would require to traverse it. I remembered the nucleic glow and measured it through the windscreen. It seemed to be getting further, I doubted my own instruction and elected to walk through the grid. Summer was still there. My waking body's unsettling dream doubted until my body would react to decide. Windows were full of rooms. 

Around the occluded edges there were ripples in time. Roads were deeper. The edge folded in on itself. In the darkness, people moved. They were not bound by the rules of physiological traversal. Instead, they spun with my mind around dark corners and into my eyes, meeting me as an interception. An interruption. They pulled me into a body's horizon. The sun, the stars, the clouds would disappear in broad daylight. We watched the ripple as scale invariant waves. Everything was channelled through an invisible conscious heat from my rooted location, heliocentric.