Overlapping realities
From naught.
A meaningless black hole
of nothingness,
expands in a burst of words
that utterly fill my field of vision.
Sense is created,
sensible, tangible.
I dive
into that storm of thoughts,
of ideas and perceptions all mingled,
so personal and subjective,
yet universal
in their being perceived.
Overlapping realities,
undifferentiated,
layers of sense woven,
non-differentiable.
I fly within that tornado,
swirling winds carrying me
out of space,
into the void of nothingness.
And there, I'm in naughtiness.
