Gorgeous Geometries
Logan Thrasher Collins
tonight you’re breathing snowflakes in Reykjavik
watching the Milky Way
and as you take a deep breath
past, present, and future blur together
a spatiotemporal crystal
stars explode and galaxies collide
but beneath the interstellar chaos
there’s morphogenesis
embryonic civilizations grow into
matrioshka brains projected upon otherworldly manifolds
ghostlike layers of cortex
that think and love and dream and wonder
and even here
cellular life is cultivated in fuzzified oceans
like abstract children
you exhale
and the vision folds up into Euclidean space
dizzy, you blink and look at your hands
and they are warm
like the womb
