Praveen Kumar


The sapphire light of the dance floor laser shattered her into innumerable fractals.
Her movements are a slow sway,
but they pull on you like the gravity of planets and suns.
She is a pocket universe on to herself,
quantum entangled with the photons that collide into you.
You are hers.

The music stops and lights come on,
but not for her.
The crowd parts and return to the real world.
But you are trapped in her orbit,
one that slowly decays as you work up the courage to interrupt her reverie,
and see her world from its surface.

But she snaps out of it, and reality colours her open eyes.
She adopts an ugly pace. A human pace.
Losing her secret, temporary divinity.

This world ends before you can get to it,
and you are left dreaming of a sky that doesn't exist any more.