Inverted Prism Of Consciousness

Brush With Horizons Scientists Daydream Of Higher Dimensionsmdash; Some Find These Visions Exceedingly Bright I Fall For Something Not Half As Pretentiousmdash; Thrill Of Untethered,, Blind Flight I Crave Not Snowstorm Bursting From Cloud Nor Dread Thick Fog That Sneaks Up On The Slymdash; But Flight Over Water Where Stars On The Ground Brightly Reflect Limpid Stars Of The Sky Thin Razor Blade Of Far, Murky Horizon Lost In Profusion Of Stalled Fireflies May Be Diagonal, May Be Up-rising May Be Redundant, For All That Implies Stars, Whirling Round In Dark Midnight's Embracesmdash; Am, Starkly Airborne, Swept With Delight What End Awaits Memdash;breaking The Surface Grasping The Void Or Awaking In Fright?