now you know

I am fearful, I am very very fearful of what i will do next

I have an open flesh wound,

I’m in a white room,

with a tiny cross the size of a plus sign.

it smells like antiseptic and me

seems i have placed little effort into eternity

i must contemplate it quickly

so many places to start, all of them frightening

the tunnel has opened, you will be judged upon the impulsiveness of your thoughts

by the universe (with feet and a face if you wish)

you think you will sleep for a long time

instinctively,
do you do up or down?
happy or sad?
peace or confusion?

down, and the  tunnel returns you to a whole new earth

up, and you beat out all the scanable waves of the spectrum