a flat uneven grey surface
fills my perception
as it rolls and rotates
like the digital background
of an 80’s tv sci-fi

geometric patterns
in constant motion
appear at random intervals
they wiggle and throb and stretch
i try to catch

i try
and slightly open
so it all goes away
but no

this is not a function of darkness
this is nowhere in-between
if i’d had a reference
i would have gone there
but now it’s all that i can do

going deep obscures the boundary
and soon i find myself talking to furniture
reflexively i crane my neck
as a chair becomes my mother
but she’s not talking to me

words
sounds and conversation
indecipherable
yet somehow familiar
they eventually bring me back
to a place forever changed

and as my conscious mind
begins to fully comprehend
the anticipation
the sheer joy of discovery
flows through me
like an ecstatic rush

all bets are off now
the way to source
perspectival expansion
completion
everything and nothing
seem to do this justice

what else then but accept
experiment and try again
now that practice
has become the end
a fun new friend
waiting in the shadows

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m