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
Hi Rob! Good to see you. “ I’d call myself home —
fall back through layers of light
into the whisper of my own breath.”
Magical writing!
Thank you Melissa!
Rob, so happy to see you here. What’s been going on?
Been ill jade, lots of hospitalization, racked with SEPSIS, balance and memory impaired. Trying to get back in the groove!
Sorry to hear of your health matters. May they dissipate and be taken by celestial winds.
Yes Lisa — may they… 🙂
I like the sense that infinity causes one to tremble, I wonder that now we’ve lost our sense of awe about infinity? I love too that he knows how to move in and out of it, did we ever have that and lost it too? Wonderful, made me think.
Hi Paul. Those moments remembered still make me tremble, and they were frequent as a child… but with age, sickness, and life’s disappointments, I lost the ability — and the related sense of wonder. 🙁