Sometimes
Reality--slips
In that time, be it moments
Or days
May we take our leave of her . . .

Walking in an infinite corridor of reality
I see my chance, and take it
Or rather, it takes me
In a silent breath it shimmers
All existence pulls away in a vacuum,
Surrounded by a globe of color and light,
I am entranced--
As the mind of a ghost.

How great is this elixir of the mind!
Forward motion continues but slows
And gradually, twisting off
As though blown by some invisible mental wind
My mind's eye veers away from the ghost
And I am free.

I drift, rotating slowly through the air
Tracing random yet graceful curves
I begin to spin
Casting my mind's eye like a lighthouse beam
I appear to the outside world as a small searchlight
Hurtling slowly through the world
As though there were no gravity.

The colors and light dance around me,
I spin faster and they blur together
The gray blur smothers me
Then I begin falling . . .
Falling through stars
Forever
And finally, through darkness.
 

Suddenly reality awakens,
Shrieking like a siren in my face
My body tingles
The world comes to me in clear vision
As I continue walking.

. . . But somewhere . . .

Inside of me
A piece of my heart still floats dreamily,
Tracing graceful curves
In the currents of the deep.