Finding the tear in the universe

a wormhole,
a shuddering tunnel of stars and time
compressing me, rocketing me forward.
the vacuous black noise stops,
and all is silent
and i can breathe throught the gills in my soul.
all is anwered here, after finding the tear, the tear.
it tasted salty, and just as it rolled from my humble heart to my lips,
i fell.
head over heels over head again.
and i lost my boundaries,
my static, my logic.
i slipped through security and got a preview of the nightscape,
the dream is real.