Close the eyes, fall back in the soft mattress

where you're momentarily lost, between breathing

and feeling, the edges of rustle creases silent

verse, of hymn and lyrics to the song that seems

appealing to the ears.

You're sleeping, aren't you? The limbs are on rest

but you're awake in the subway of consciousness,

You're floating, finally the never-ending story

continue further down.

a soft rhythmic tone grabs your hand, pulling hard

feel it, you're in the centre of extensive universe

where the epitome of (never) rest assured (never) mind,

Bewildered gazes hawking your glance. 

What's a motion sensor for getting lost?

You're not seeking but feeling the amber eyes,

piercing your back, making holes in the gap

flames instigate the inner fire—

You're suddenly jerked back to reality.

— 11/03/2023