Today's poem is by José Vadi

Ceiling Stare
       

on my back in bed
i stare at the ceiling above
watching the off white paint
brittle before my eyes
the sky formerly outside
withheld from domestic view,
it cracks,
births new space through
previously housed molding and time
how quickly infinity can appear
on the broadest sike

above the stars my
depths of sight progresses
across oceans and boundaries and
things previously unseen,
my body is a rocket running through
red lights
in the middle of the street;
the panic attacks that previously
forced my feet toward cars
in the middle of the street
                                still moving now
beyond mere city blocks or states,
the space from the broken
ceiling as distant as the earth
to the moon,

a voice beside my own
asks
if i'm alright.

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