Every heartbeat is both miracle and disaster. With one breath my spirit soars beyond all mortal purview. With another my soul is thrust into the crushing crises of collision, compression, destruction, isolation. I dream I am made of flowers from many worlds, each of them carefully teaching light impossible new ways to emerge as beings. I dream that the stars are falling and the mountain roars magmic obliterations as everything is devoured in blinding flow. My heart is a magnet made of an impossible form of space that emits time. Dawn is its expansion. Nightfall, its release.