Pick Your Poison

its that moment when you finally open your eyes to the underlying context you'd never have seen otherwise. that slap in the face, that inevitable swell of regret and ignorance inside. embarrassment. dissolving pride. indignation.

My bones and hair will remain on this tiny planet
until it is emptied,
though my spirit might be lost.
I continue breathing, sensing colors and the wind;
waiting for my exodus
into the great abyss of space.