Butterfly

I felt the sparks like waves washing against my core

white and black checkerboard

covering every wall

and I saw dying stars inside of your eyes about to explode

like supernovas

shattering galactical landscapes carving highways of carbon for new life to emerge

I’m in a vortex of spiralling prismatic colours

being sucked by gravity into the black shadow of oblivion

an empty background

devoid of planets, stars, solar systems, galaxies, and beyond

devoid of time and space

devoid of the concept of devoid

but strangely I’m conscious of every single big bang that ever exploded

like a mere single heartbeat of existence

strangely conscious of every single universe that ever formed

every single star that ever imploded

every single lifeform that ever developed

every single life that ever lived

every single thought that was ever thought

and strangely, I’m conscious of the entire history of existence with its most minute details

in a single thought