Allergic Reaction

You don’t know it yet, but you

Live in a cosmos of lace

Where the gaps exceed the threads,

Where acknowledging as much

Would put you within danger

Of tumbling through a portal,

Now that you know there’s nothing

Much but portals in your world.

You’re the Great Central Station

Of a universe of gaps,

With no sure way of guessing

Which loop in the lace leads on

To world-building adventures

Of the quiet kind, which leads

To fantasies and sf,

Which leads to some rare, real hell

Or another, and which is

The portal to being free.

What should you do to be free?

Clutch the world delicately.

Inhale deeply. Ready? Sneeze!