In The Arms Of Morpheus
“Sooner or later everything old will be new again.”
- Stephen King
was thought and I was lost.
Flit and fluttering, flying by. I would never stop for I was forever.
was empty, and it surrounded me like a vast and endless sea. A silent
I drifted between the stars unable to see any shores to land my ship
upon. In a
deep sleep I spent most of my time as my mortality slipped away. Good
goodbye to earth’s sweet dreams as I calmly laid in the arms of
the carbon in my soul
reacted with the nitrogen in my brain and I awoke from a dreamless
to life one breath at a time I arose from my plastic coffin. Instantly
into a world of chaos and pain.
I gazed outward at the universe
all around me, I realized I was just a dusty point of reference in an
living multiverse. I was dead center in creation revolving around a
black hole. On my other side was what scientists back home would have
to as a star factory. The alpha and the omega.
Massive crushing weight
down on the outside of my ship. The only things between me and death
upon layer of stainless steel. Pressure treated and folded over and
like the edge of a fine sword.
my attention was drawn
away by a monster star known only to me as R136al. It was the heaviest
known to man. This was terrifying. My trajectory should have never
that close. I was literally between a huge sun and a black hole that
consume it. A rock and a hard place. It was like a flaming dream to a
flame. I was terrified.
was reminded that I was not a
child of space. No, I was born of earth, sea, and sky. I was only a
of a distant world, and I was in a danger. My mind cried out as all the
around me was sucked into nothingness. The pulling force of gravity was
a tremendous strain on my central systems and the computer kept
warning of overload with bright flashing red lights and sirens. I was
a place where nothing could survive.
holes come in many sizes,
but this was supper massive and primordial. A monster among giants.
calculations told me that it was formed during the Big Bang. A single
the mass of a mountain.
rushed to the starboard portal,
the stellar factory nearest to me was no doubt formed by a supernova.
It was at
least twenty times the mass of our sun and it wasn’t alone, there were
of them. There is a
space between space.
Light to life as it came to me and then passed through my body and
light could not be contained only refracted and then it moved on. High
above the chaos I lingered. My belly tight as my ship rolled underneath
let go and let my body drift with the ebb and flow. Until the lion
began to suck my ship over the edge and beyond its event horizon.
shall have no dominion here.” I cried out loud.
monstrous than anything I had
known the cosmic storm raged on. I was so terrified that it felt as if
was on fire and trying to flee my body. A cold breath on the back of my
my heart raced and fluttered in AFib.
terror so pure as to still its beating and render
me frozen awaiting my own death in a catatonic state.
cry of my mother for her child
and her last words she said to me. “Heaven will never find you out
had laughed but now I know my mother knew. If we wanted to know the
must mingle with the gods.
storm descended upon me, and
the minutes became eternal as I was buffeted by the solar winds. It was
bitter rage of hell that blasted away at me and tried to suck me down
nuclear furnace. This once noble ship would soon be my casket if I
break free. I could see clearly into the abyss where space ended, and
began. Beams of light raced past me as they were broken down into
devoured by the beast. There was no way to break away. I only had one
that was to steer directly into its massive maul and accept my fate.
screamed out in horror as my
very existence was stretched out to its limits and then gravity immense
profound took over as my ship folded and then disintegrated before my
Yet somehow as impossible as it seemed my awareness was still there. I
still alive. Perhaps it was the human soul that cannot be destroyed?
was what makes us one with our creators?
a wild child I tried to get away, but the
monster swallowed me down. I held on until my fingers ached and then I
myself go. In an instant my soul became much lighter, and all my fears
erased. I lost me and then I slowly became something else as I realized
that is lost is gone forever. Sometimes it is only lost so it can be
© 2022 Timothy Wilkie
Bio: Timothy Wilkie is a local
hero in the Hudson Valley. From his music to his art and storytelling.
He's an old hippy and a storyteller in the truest sense of the word. He
has two grown sons and loves to spend time with them.
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