The bright rays of imagination
Kiss my face
As I lay adrift
On the waves of my mind,
The winds of my thoughts
Caressing my skin.
Beneath the surface,
The sea of my creativity churns,
Frothing white-capped waves cradling me
Before I am tossed towards the sun,
Only to plunge into the depths of my subconscious.
Time becomes a memory
Right beside the laws of gravity.
No reference of the where,
Left with an experience of the why.
My inner being, an explorer.
Discovering secret compartments
Of sideways dimensions,
Where light and sound bend into the corners,
The crevices of myself.
A place that blends the lines into
An amalgamated, plural singularity.
With my eye, I
Witness the fractious whole of the holy.