Good Morning

Inhale the void. Stretch every limb of this decaying carcass into the vast gap.
Stick your head into the jaws of the beast, play your part.
Yes, that’s me; this concept, this character, this cycle of rupturing cells I’m furiously organizing my existence around.
But is it?
Me?
Keep breathing.
Soften all your grievances against this unfathomable mortality, this exotic fable. Soften into the distant glimmer.
A flash of something warm and indescribable.
Something endless perpetually hollowing inward.
The spark that awakens the quest,
that erupts a kernel out of the husk.
You are not the little morsel. You are here to feast on the cosmos.