Imagine a stillness so solemn
As to freeze matter despite deep warmth;
Conjured from gentle massages,
The universe running fingers over its temple,
Feeling knots, the universe careens each knot
Working it out: the black matter caulked between
Each muscle.
Deep breathing. Meditation and self reflection, sojourning deep into the machinations of the mind,
Our doorway? Two long deeper still, blinks.
Obliteration of the world into deep black.
Oscillating eyeball twitch behind my lids,
Obviously battling, obviously baffled
Because my journey into myself
Only conceived more questions.