These Dreams Feel So Real on Waking

 Everything travels in cycles...  

Seasons for this,   

And seasons for that...  

Circles within circles overlapping circles...  

Seasons of depression   

And Seasons of growth...  

These dreams that feel so real on waking...  

Still feeling her lips on mine...  

Times of intense creativity,  

And times where nothing appears to be moving...  

But everything is always moving...  

We travel backwards and forwards through loops in time always ending up where we started no matter how far we fly...  

No matter how valiantly we struggle...  

These dreams feel so real...  

About 300,000 or so years after the initial inflation of the universe,  

Give or take,  

There was visible light...  

I was still not even gleam in anyone's eye...  

All was darkness before this...  

A hot soup of radiation and basic atomic particles eventually forming into hydrogen and helium...  

Hundreds of thousands of years after suddenly expanding into the timeless nothingness from a tiny point...  

Nothing outside it but the vacuum force of the void...  

A window opened just a crack during a hurricane to equalize the pressure...  

One initial force differentiating into gravity, and then three more: electromagnetism, weak, and strong...  

These dreams feel so real on waking...  

Still feeling her lips on mine...  

Differentiation of the initial homogeneity eons after time and space began inflating...  

Still not even a gleam in someone's eye...  

The birth of stars in a cooling, expanding space-time lit the place up...  

Visible fireworks...  

No one yet alive to watch the show...  

Not even a gleam in someone's eye...  

Finally enough empty space for light to travel without immediately being absorbed, without immediately being annihilated...  

Matter was once like this, too...  

Destroyed as soon as it was created, over and over for millennia before time-space was big enough to offer stability...  

Still not even a gleam in someone's eye...  

Still no one to watch the show,  

But the show must go on...  

These dreams feel so real...  

Still feeling her lips on mine...  

Ever cooling from the once too hot to exist as anything but raw, undifferentiated energy... 

Fusion producing more complex atomic structures after hot gases coalesced into burning stars...  

Planets accreting from the primordial dust of supernovae, the end of dead stars that had once created heavier, more complex matter now scattered into an ever expanding now...  

The building blocks of life coming together...  

These dreams feel so real on waking...  

Hiding in the rocks long before any gleam in anyone's eyes...  

Growing in differentiating complexity like everything that came before it...  

Snapshots in a photo album...  

Bytes stored on the disc...  

Is it really expanding  

Or it that just the perception?   

Is it actually real,  

Or is it just a projection?  

It's still just a dream...  

Feeling her lips on mine...  

Seeing the gleam in her eyes...