On An Airplane to the Sun

I can’t take the noise of these engines anymore –
My headache is pushing my hair out of my scalp!
I can’t seem to speak. What is happening
To me? Where is the lever that will stop
This pain, the switch which will turn off
The blood to my senses? Opening my eyes
Is no different from lifting a mountain.
I try to make sentences in any language.
I fail and a darkness presses against all sides
Of my existence.

I am an asteroid who never thinks of meaning.
I eat only myself and soon I am dust. I am dust
Who never thinks of becoming whole. My dreams
Are as simple as oblivion. I am oblivion
Who never thinks of creation. Now, I am
Everywhere. Nothing is too heavy for me.
No amount of light is too much
To contain.