slaves

i am the original slave
of space and time
just when i think i am free
i get pulled into wormholes
wake up as a different person
in a different year
roam the galaxies
forever lost in the multiverse
i am a man of many mirrors
each reflection reminding me
of what once was lost
oxygen rushes into me
pupils dilating, eyes blinking
lights flickering somewhere in the distance
skyscraper penthouse in tokyo
i stand on the balcony
smoking a cigarette
thoughts come and go
some of them i turn into poetry
it’s the only thing that i travel with
it’s raining hard and she is sleeping in a silk gown
i go back to bed
tomorrow we will go see the pyramids
and pretend we are in love