#NaPoWriMo Day 5

Boundary

I am mostly empty,
Ninety-nine percent space.

A rough carbon frame
held up by electricity.

There is no border between
my body and the world.

Dreams bleed out into
the air, leaping sparks

carried by electrons
into continual near nothing

I touch a table and
almost fall through.

In that last fraction
lies everything.

Let me know what you think