Skewered on a post and beam, he groaned writhed pleaded
sweated out bled out breathed out his last
and his spirit—zero mass and pure energy—
began streaking past the moon, Jupiter’s spot, Pluto…
faster than gamma rays, solar tsunamis,
through neutrino hearts and black hole maws
past Andromeda’s suburbs and event horizons
into the blackest oblivion at -455°
infinitely faster than photons
across fifty-billion light years
in a billionth of a second…
to brake in a sunless place
of luminosity, with shimmering beings
floating towards him like cygnets to a swan,
feathery warmth on his face.
He zoomed back, tearing through space strings
the way a spark does through thread,
through Europa’s krill and moon’s shadow,
into a punctured corpse chilled on a stone ledge.
He sat up, breathed,
brushed aside a massive rock
and walked into dawn’s light.