In the surrounding, encapsulating my perception.
Tirelessly, endlessly, over and over, again and again.
Beat after heartbeat, and step after steps of steps.
It is the look in the eyes, the subtle whisper mental.
Painting my thoughts visually, like a perceptive engine.
Playing with the dynamics of existence, fractured light.
A reference, a perspective, a line, a point of view, a filter.
Colours neurologically dancing in tune to the genetic hive.
I order, I see, I disorder, it fades. Neurons like circuits.
Layer after layer in the structured dreamscape.
Quantum after quantum in the probable potential.
Thought after thought in the cymatically arranged mind.
And there she is.
Deep breath.
Falling hard.
Fuck you gravity.
