LungBusta

imagine this: your life strung out on a line, on a series of lines. the sum of you peeled apart and dissected and laid bare. imagine your memories radiating endlessly outward, glasslike and glowing, making crystalline patterns of sunshine and dust. these patterns making cracks behind your eyes. each crack leaking dreams. imagine yourself and your body and at the center of it a circle of constant light. (you are standing in the circle. the light is blinding.) imagine time forgetting to breathe. the supple darkness between its heart and lungs suddenly expanding past eternity. billowing outward, coiling. not a stutter but a pause. a space ju