claim the air to be wine

a ray of light has been broken by touch

i fell on my way eastward,

a stranger claimed my blood

the evening sun said "Halt!"

My retinal withdrew-

orange particles began heaving

carrying atoms through the air,

misplaced,

spilling over,

spilling over,

when touch breaks light and

the rays scatter

i'll stretch an arm,

claim the air to be wine

now come,

will this not be proof 

we knew each other

before the Westworld tear?