Inside
Lightning
Hailstorm
of psychedelic structural illusion
Bright as
a star’s fusion
Different
stark colors too, there’s no confusion
Migraine
illuminations, I’m in my galactic position
Watch the
winding bright stairs to nowhere
Back and
forth and a shape shifter in absinthe green
Triangles
of crimson shining, almost smiling
The
sparkling white surrounding
The
yellows descend as a sudden flashing end
Turquoise
moves and the royal blue grooves
Round it
goes as a constant widening carousel
Suddenly it’s
a seven as it tweaks its form in arousal
The
signals that run again and again around
Blinding
or sudden, explosions of the mind shouting hooray!
They move
away but only to hide this day
Thrashing
my sinuses is their headache like sound
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