floating your mind in a space that you physically know
yet staring deeply into a small cylindrical tunnel that rests just above your nose
in the midst of your forehead
an experience when your being occupies an entire material space
that extends far beyond your skin
a space of pure color
some geometric or even amorphous shape
in which you absorb the penetrating warmth of our beloved Sun
and you bask into some internal depth
a temporally spectral feeling of vivid actuality
sitting and breathing
in a firey hot rainbow
pure cherry reds
fading into oranges that crush
transitioning all the way into laser and canary yellows
that sting and nip at your skin
then prosperous emerald greens that slowly sludge into shadows
of a dark hunter
your thoughts drift into a whisper of a storyline
you see
the enlivening blues of antiquitous aquamarines
and reflective shimmer of the indigos that glance at you from the approaching
black hole
then your coasting in a moist violet that softens you and slips you
into that tiny gauge portal betweenst your eye brows
that opens into the emptiest and most vast space
of past reflections and future possibilities
