Reality seems to slip,
The mask moves
Just ever so slightly
The bottle cap in my fingers
Hyper- and -not real
–
In the moments
Plastic reflects light blue
Giving my uncomprehending eyes
A color to behold
More form to the un, hyper reality
–
Strange how a moment can hold fast
Against the immense gravity of the universe
Against the march of time
And for a second be held
In a single breath
–
And in that held respiration
As alveoli absorb oxygen
The cap rotates off the bottle
With the force of my hand
Opening the bottle to the atmosphere
–
I look at it, examining it
A fellow traveler, made of the same elements
Stardust beholding stardust
I feel it in my hand
Or perhaps it and my hand are one
