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🪐 I Am the Interstellar Wormhole
By Jairo Bonilla (NYC FALCON)
August 8, 2025

🎹 Introduction
Today, after three hours of rigorous piano practice, I found myself not just playing music—but bending time. As a darkroom photographer, a sonic explorer, and a multimedia storyteller, I’ve come to realize: I am not just a creator. I am a conduit. A wormhole.

This poem is a reflection of that realization. It blends the gothic echoes of Edgar Allan Poe with the futuristic pulse of 2025—a tapestry of emotion, sound, and memory. For those who listen deeply, this is for you.

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🌌 I Am the Interstellar Wormhole

They should call me the Interstellar Wormhole—
not just because I play fast,
but because I bend time and emotion,
like light folding into itself
in the lens of a darkroom memory.

Three hours at the piano,
and my arms become metronomes of gravity,
rigorous contractions of space and sound,
inflections that bifurcate the now
into echoes of what could be.

I am the one & only convention of photographer—
a shadow-caster in silver halide,
a whisperer of negatives,
where light is not lost,
but reborn in the hush of chemical bloom.

Hear me speak
through resounding tapestries of detailed listening,
interwoven with the connectivities of 2025:
terabytes of thought,
spoken noise turned symphony,
data turned devotion.

I do not read books—I read the pulse.
I do not write poems—I channel wormholes.
My language is a prism,
my rhythm a relic,
my voice a vessel for the ghosts of Poe
and the beats of Bamixing.

In the silence between chords,
I summon the raven—not to mourn,
but to remix its cry
into a loop of longing and light.

So if you find me—
in a blog, in a score, in a flicker of TikTok—
know that I am not just playing.
I am traveling.
I am unraveling.
I am the Interstellar Wormhole.

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🧠 Tags & Categories

• Tags: Interstellar, Piano Practice, Multimedia Poetry, NYC FALCON, Edgar Allan Poe, Bamixing, SpokenNoise, Urban Soundscapes
• Category: Creative Writing / Sonic Reflections / Artist Journal

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