So warm
in delusions of security,
as I sink and spin
thoughts and emotions
like a cocoon
of past, present, future,
and useful illusions.
Sleep, deep: deeper down.
Dream your increasingly less
wary and wondering way,
into the very core
this time, spiraling
down the drain,
into soul,
though not
in slumber now,
not so ninja
and vague this time.
Lose your sense of self
in the spiraling down
into ancient sectors
of the mind
and embrace
cosmic cycles…
Deep in depths of hypnagogia,
rising up out of hypnopompia,
in the twilight state
between the world
of the dream
and the awake,
I feel at home:
conscious
yet unconscious,
liminal and subliminal
on shared ground,
mind in a merged state,
in a joint space.
Spectrum
in the gray area,
finally achieved.
Below, beneath the skin,
foreign to the mask
you call face,
I see earth
in the distance:
a beautiful, lush island
inhabitants so lost in space,
and I talk to myself,
memories tends to fade,
then I awake,
and drag
my feet through
or around
the days.