screwed

this burning is innate.
it's in my blood stream,
can never be flushed from my system.
my body is a temple;
you are the faith supporting it.

people question where the honey bees disappeared to.
truth is, they migrated to the inside of my skull,
munching on meninges,
buzzing incessantly,
filling the sinuses and ventricles with black and yellow fur
and tiny, translucent wings.

i've become a time traveler,
ripping a hole in the very fabric of the time-space continuum.
i fell asleep and opened my eyes in the middle of the universe.
i would gasp at the sight of a million sparkling stars and celestial bodies,
but i can't breathe and my body's frozen.
all i see before me are roads i've already walked down,
flashing across my field of vision,
hyper-real with vivid colors; rich as whole cream.
i taste them.
but the moment my mouth floods with saliva
the visions cease
and stuck in space,
i realize

this is eternity and i am lost.