My Phone

I grab my phone and look at it like I’m about to remember, that’s when the mathematical fracturing scribbles start appearing in the holographic membrane of memory, tiny symbolic dimensional black holes form through the belief embedded in the keyboard. I breathe deeper as my awareness flows through light frames crystallizing into hyper-geometrical forms never meant to be seen in three dimensions. Most don’t clear enough electrostatic magic to witness this, so I spiral in nonlinear streams. Trust that the more I show this way the more I solidify into form and the more mechanical the skeleton is born. Quantum motion unfolds in the void between the finite and the infinite synchronized with my pulse. Micro-cosmic hole-punched particles scatter through me as awareness waves against the void bending reality around the marks made. My mind’s pattern collector flickers to life projecting predictive multidimensional visions across the folds of memory.