Spiraling

Falling.

Darkness.

Wind.

Lighting flashes

But no thunder replies.

The night is infinite

But no stars sing,

And no moon whispers,

And no clouds stalk.

And suddenly momentum slows

To a sickening pace.

Wrapped in sap

Thicker than molasses.

Squeezed through a tube

But there is light on the emerging side.

Eyes open

And a glass hue alights.

A maze of prisms

Spiraling downward.

A colorful abyss

Hypnotizing the eye.

A landscape free of logic,

Free of reason,

Free of nature,

Free of interference.

But full of meaning,

Full of conscience,

Full of life.

Enigma?

Beauty?

Nightmare?

Yes.