Firmly anchored in chaos,
Dancing and playing,
Boundaries dissolving,
A flurry of decaying,
Expanding and contracting
To the celestial music,
Absorbed in the blackness
Entranced by the contrast,
Reaching outward
With the senses
Scanning the dimensions
Channel surfing the astral extensions
Coming into the breathing,
Going back out
To the universe receding
And taking another reading,
Engaged in the full scope
Of the visual field,
Immersed and engrossed
In the plethora of sensations,
Mind impressions
Of the inner eye
Alternate with the constructions
Of the sensory apparatus.
What mystery is this?
How can I cope?
Where does it all come from?
And where does it go?
I’m suddenly caught
On a craving to know,
Fully stirred up by longing,
At last, too distracted
To just be with.
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