A Hazy Black Ring

You communed with flowers
In an alternate dimension
Outside the bedroom door
Whose oppressive squares
Held me in place while
You passed through easily

Hours went by
Or maybe only days
While two cellmates
Spoke of the heavens
And with every exhale
The colors danced
The walls sighed

You returned to us
As easily as you left
We were awestruck again
And stirred slightly
You recounted your communion
The flowers imparted upon you

“Every day we are losing more stars”