Nightmarish imagery
Translucent movement
Through membranes of reality
I can see
The holographic resonance
Vibrations within me
A source of eternity
Beyond the walls
A vision kept
Of clutching fists
And fields of red.
Hover in a void of dreams
At the fingertips
Flowing streams of thought
Cascading
In between truth and disbelief
A lock and a key designed
To reinforce obscurity
Infinite depths
Sinking into
Layers of consciousness
Beckoning my attention
Now, in a moment of panic
Nothing to anchor me
Lost in this vortex of self
Beneath this white-knuckle grip
On my sanity
My weaknesses begin to bleed
A vague, opaque hallucination
Of reality.
Dissociate,
An arm's length away
Body levitates,
Spiral down as my soul decays
I'll never resurface
The undertow dominates
Memory fades
Nothing to anchor me
Layers of consciousness
The silver chord thinning
And endless beginnings
Moments of infinity
Glide between chaos and peace
At crossroads of symmetry
The silver chord suffocates
Suspend and separate
Paralyzed hovering
Onset awakening
Perspective shift and maintain
To replay.
Manifest perceptions
Astral projections
Why is thought
Thought is I
I am thought
Why am I
