I stand
at the crossroads
of cosmic communication.
            On the rim of earthly domain
            and approaching abstract form,
            new ideas come into being.

Flesh fades
in significance
as spirit emerges, dazzling.
            In its mesmeric evolution,
            life force pulses with energy,
            shatters earthbound expectations.

Grace comes
in strange waves,
psychedelic intuition.
            From a wrinkle in a wrinkle,
            neon hope saturates starry sky
            with intention, unifying purpose.

Soul soars
through tunnels,
cylindrical and curved.
            By visions, dreams, imagined flight,
            we are transformed from within
            into mystical beings of light.