...
Reset to fit the change of lighting in my mind,
like a camera lens, irises have tuned to fine focus.
Edges are sharper, lines are clearer,
Bright shine bleaches the colors, my brain, partially detached
But still plugged in.
It stops becoming tired, and becomes just weightless.
Sounds are crisp, like in a panic attack
it becomes so intricate, magnified....
It is only now that I can see this view, the view unlike any other.
When the endorphins have rushed the brain
filling like the waters of Noah’s flood
resonating responsiveness lingers atop of my fleshy computer hill
until the waves subside, and my mind is dry land again.
Now nothing else exists, nothing else is relevant,
and all that is can be seen in my short panasonic range.
My optics have filtered out any other substance
and the cold burn behind my lungs has numbed any tribulations
that slowly ceasing beat has be struggling to ventilate.
Comprehension has slowed to a steady sit
and my bloodstream is at rest.
Close your eyes
feel the float lift you.
When I was a child, laying in bed waiting for sleep
I would flutter my eyelids, interrupting the ascension from underneath.
Finally accepting the darkness I could feel the bed rise and twist from the floor
and jolt smoothly out into a dark starlit space.
Now grown, the lift of bedtime sleep now seems unable to lift me.
My grown limbs have become to heavy for the dark blueblack to raise.
It is now, now in the sea of sugary water that submurges my brain
that I again become light enough to feel the lift once again,
but still my mass limits me, I feel the pull of gravity on my hard and heavy arms.
Now made of such solid material, my composition has changed,
my buoyancy in the dark grey static has faded.
This anchor of flesh and bone binds me
between my Mother Earth and my Father Sky.
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