The Infinite Helix

Spiraling into the void,
Each step a universe unto itself.
Wood creaks, iron groans,
A cosmic lullaby of ascension.

Reality peels away like old wallpaper,
Revealing kaleidoscope worlds beneath.
Up or down? There is no difference here,
In this liminal space between breaths.

Time stretches, contracts, folds in on itself,
A möbius strip of moments and memories.
Who am I? A thousand faces reflect back,
In mirrors that line this endless climb.

Gravity loses its grip, thoughts float free,
Tethered only to the curve of the banister.
Languages I’ve never known spill from my lips,
Telling stories of lives I’ve never lived.

Colors bleed and blend, forming new hues,
Painting the air with impossible shades.
Music without sound fills the space between atoms,
A symphony of quantum vibrations.

Higher and deeper I go, losing all sense of self,
Merging with the spiral, becoming the journey.
Each step both beginning and end,
In this staircase that leads nowhere and everywhere.

At last, I reach a door — or is it a window?
Beyond lies everything and nothing at all.
I hesitate, hand on the knob, caught between worlds,
Knowing that to open it is to awaken and forget.