Everyone’s asleep

But me.

I’m branching out.

The possibilities drone on

Like a tedious speaker

Killing the conference vibe.

Bifurcating and swearing

At my selves,

I duplicate Fs into infinite exasperation.

Thoughts are fungal threads,

Blackening nice wallpaper and

The clean insides of my eyelids.

Every dimension lives -

Peeled and paired,

Sliced and stacked -

S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G

Through my brain.

A nauseating hum -

Their incessant chatter -

Bludgeons silence.

Multiverses roar like tinnitus,

Shove against eardrums,

Jostle time and space,

Groping clumsily at membranes.

I could crumple,

Perhaps collapse, star-like.

Fractals fragment,

Spreading me as thinly

As a single marvellous cell.

 

A last-minute cat slips

Through the nick-of-time

Almost dissected

By an automatic door.

 

Now, two half-cats haunt my heels

Spurting spectral blood across the floor.