I used to believe that my mind was free from gravity . . .
that the pull of Mother Earth had no dominion
in the realm of awareness, thought and identity.
For a time, I seemed to have escaped both the dictates of biology,
and the laws and constraints of the atomic world.
I raced faster than light beyond the known universe,
danced in the silent vacuum,
and stared into the face of a hundred suns.
But all the while there trailed behind me
a chain of perfect weave.
Unseen or mayhap merely denied,
Her life-giving umbilical was all that sustained me.
(My entry in this week's 100 Word Stories challenge)