I look past your face—
traveling deeper inside
through your consciousness
passing the galaxies in your eyes
farther beyond—
abstract psychedelic dimensions
of understanding in your brain
surpassing—
our comprehension
of time,
words
& the divine
as I continue traveling
to the vast, farthest
parts
of you
where there is
just a weightless
Nirvana of nothing…
Here, there’s just a void,
devoid of any life,
or, remnants of
sound.
There is
complete, nothing.
There is more copacetic bliss here
than any imaginary world,
or ***** fantasy
we’ve created.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
I look past your face—
traveling deeper inside
through your consciousness
passing the galaxies in your eyes
farther beyond—
abstract psychedelic dimensions
of understanding in your brain
surpassing—
our comprehension
of time,
words
& the divine
as I continue traveling
to the vast, farthest
parts
of you
where there is
just a weightless
Nirvana of nothing…
Here, there’s just a void,
devoid of any life,
or, remnants of
sound.
There is
complete, nothing.
There is more copacetic bliss here
than any imaginary world,
or ***** fantasy
we’ve created.
Here's the companion piece. http://hellopoetry.com/poem/weightless-1
