Original DDE™ art: “Dreamflight” by: rob kistner © 10/14/25
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When I was small
this word was a universe
its syllables — open wings
powerful
endless
I’d lie still in darkness
and whisper it
— infinity —
again and again
until I’d rise
gravity forgetting my name
the ceiling — a mist of stars
I was the boy
and the watcher of the boy
sleeping
face painted with August
losing grip of the summer night
my face fading
unmoored
drifting up through midnight
wondering my destination
what will I do there
without my hands upon
your summer face
there was no end
only the hush between heartbeats
the slow unravel of time itself
and when wonder tilted toward fear
the vastness unsettling
I’d call myself home —
fall back through folds of light
into the whisper of my own breath
even now
that word trembles in me like a bell
— infinity —
a sound that knows the way out
and the way back in
rob kistner © 10/14/25
Poetry at: dVerse