A void dance
The light whips a cut into the raw flesh of my existence. Its initial warmth turns into the rusty heat of remembrance. I make a step forward, for the hope that things might be different somewhere else. Another. And another. I start to turn, first slowly then faster. I stretch out my arms. There is music somewhere. I pick up the rhythm, let it captivate me, follow its lead into the ecstatic tunnel of oblivion. I am spinning and spinning until I pass out.
When I come to I see the same beam of light again. Nothing has changed.