THE TRIP

I am calm. Surrounded by bright light.
     I see far. Other worlds are in eclipse with my eyes.
I can see what is not to be seen.
     Though I try, my eyes will not close.
Suddenly, a shroud of black drops from the heaven.
     I am enveloped in darkness.
Eyes are upon me, but me not they.
     I saw all---I see nothing
My body struggles against I know not what.
     My mind is torn from me, like a page from my pad.
It looks upon an empty shell, waiting to be
     crushed, in the wind fly, then turn to dust.
Laugh---Cry---Laugh
     My mind soars upward, out of reach, into the blackness.
I am driven into the earth. Being propelled by my mind.
     Bright Light---White Light
I rise and go to sit on the mountaintop.
     All is tranquil once more.

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