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